Vongola Primo Novels & Stories

“I, Vincenzo Giasone Bonaccorso, Don of Cosa Nostra, would like to ask for the hand of Guendolina Prisca Watson, or rather, Guendolina Prisca Scarpinato, your daughter, in marriage,” Vince said seriously. “In addition to the union with the woman I love, it would also mark the beginning of a truce and partnership between Cosa Nostra and Camorra.”

Vincenzo gave the priest who still stood waiting for them to kiss and he took it as a cue to leave the ballroom. He had had encounters with the Mafia don before, he had seen what happened to those who disobeyed him, he had seen how deep his ruthlessness was. Staying out of his trouble was what he was sure would keep him and the others members of his cathedral safe. When he left, Eleanorah found herself thrown into the memories of the night she had dreaded. The night that was soon becoming her nightmares whenever she heard about the don nor saw his face. He must be handsome, she could tell from some parts of his face that she had seen beneath the hat he wore and had worn the other night.she c

The text here was less clinical, written with a harsh, scratching pressure that had indented the paper. Enzo Vanni running an unauthorized mirror on the residence server core. 03:00 AM check-in verified. Contact point: Silvio's harbor vanguard. Cross-reference with Alberto Marcone's offshore clearing bank in Lugano. Vanni is leaking the Rotterdam maritime coordinates to cover his personal deficit in the Campione casino accounts. Total transaction value: 4.2 million euros. execution of the Don's counter-leverage code is imminent.

“They're all dead.” “Are you a cop?” My breath rasped in my throat. “Who are you?” “Marco Vitale.” He said coolly. His eyes remained on me like he wanted to catch my genuine reaction. “Like…you mean…the Black Requiem? The infamous Italian mob boss—Marco Vitale?” He grunted a deep approving sound from his throat. “You're well informed.”

The Italian Branch of the syndicate is managed by Vito Gigante. I slid over to the rules and rituals part. The family is particular about rules and traditions. The code of silence, Omerta, is considered over honor and pride. The black rose on the shoulder blade of the men, and the wrist of the women, denotes involvement in the family. I sighed, and slid over to the page that described Mariano. They had clicked a nice picture, no doubt. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera is the acting boss 'Don' of the Rivera Crime Family. He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America.

Eleven hours later, I had Vincenzo and Salvatore back in New York. I had called ahead for all of the Capos to meet. This is the first Il bacio della morte (kiss of death) that I have seen in my lifetime. I had heard rumors of a few during my grandfather's reign as Don, but none since.

Silence hung heavy in the air. The Gambinos. One of the most ruthless mafia families in the United States. Politically connected, powerful beyond reason. Their hands were in everything—bombings, assassinations, blackmail. If they wanted something, they took it. Dante exhaled slowly, eyes darkening. “So the Vitallos were just puppets.” It made sense now. The pieces clicked into place. “They want something from me,” Dante muttered, lighting a cigar with a steady hand, though his blood simmered with rage. “I know what it is.”

She turned to the second page and continued reading. ‘So Velenoso married a woman of Italian origin and was ready to take the oath (omerta) in their language. The Omerta is an extraordinary ritual where Velenoso cut his hand and spilled his blood to show He wouldn't fear spilling blood to protect his soldiers when the time comes.’

He put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. His warmth enveloped me, and I felt safe. “Soon. The Mancinis don’t know we’re onto them. They’re too busy looking for you, trying to weaken my hold on Italy.” Hearing a name for the people who’d sent me a severed hand made my blood run cold. “The Mancinis?” He nodded. “A smaller family that worked with the Marianos. We’re sure it’s them. Some of the victims identified members. They’re small, but they have blackmail on many powerful men. It won’t be easy to get rid of them. A war is imminent.”

Vlad was an underboss for The Odessa, a Russian crime organization which was a rival of the Bandoni Famiglia I pulled out my phone and opened the folder with every detail of Rositto. There were several pictures of him leaving the house he was living in, usually at night. And then, finally, I had the recording of his call with Vlad. Apparently, Rositto had a thumb drive he wanted to sell to Vlad in exchange for a new hiding place accompanied with a million buck “Holy sh*t!” my father cursed after a while of going through the file. “How did you get all this?” he asked, excitement dripping in his voice.