Young Dio Brando Novels & Stories

As I sat next to him, Brody poured a drink into a shot glass. "Here," Brody handed me the glass, "have a drink." I drank it in one gulp. He's very friendly. Is he really a mafia boss? "So how was your concert in Brazil, what was it called?" asked Brody, smoking his cigar. "Good. We managed to perform very well. The crowd likes us,” I answered stiffly. “Good,” said Uncle Brody, “have you considered my invitation?” "About?" I said, "I'm sorry. Too much has happened to me lately."

Alpha Leonardo; “What did you say that bastard wanted again from me?” I undid my tie knot. “To have a drink at the club with you. Probably, the two of you will finally sort out your differences,” Liam stated. “I don’t want to sort out any fucking differences. The Marons almost ended my life.” “But Anthony has nothing to do with it. Why punish him over the madness of his Father and brothers?” Liam fixed himself on my couch. Taking off my shirt, “It’s not just about his Father and Brothers. I hate that brait, Anthony, as well. He has always been a thorn in my flesh.” I threw my shirt on the bed.

Brandon continued to taunt Heather, once again making fun of her. "It's none of your business!" "Aren't you afraid that Silva's wife or girlfriend will kill you?" Brandon repeated it. "He doesn't have a girlfriend. This time, I'm sure I'll be Mrs. Silva instead of just ending up with a mistress like Donovan!" "Huh, how quickly did you forget the Chad Donovan you adored? If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about finishing him off. Just let him torture you to death!" Brando shouted at the peak of his extreme frustration until he admitted that he was the natural killer of Chad Donovan.

“I won’t lie to you, Cat. According to Jorge, Dario became a made man at thirteen.” My nose scrunched. “What did he have to do to be a made man?” “Kill. It’s what is done to show strength. “ “Dario killed someone when he was thirteen?” “Slit his throat. The man was a rat, a traitor. Vincent demanded Dario do the deed in front of other made men, to show his son’s strength. Dario has had the nickname The Blade since he was a teenager.” The Blade. “You want me to marry a murderer, one I’ve never met?”

Ryo's clear mind turned in one direction; all his hatred from being betrayed not once or twice, but three times, made him see all black. His hand landed on Dini's face. Who's caught unprepared from acting all so pitiful and fell down, cupping his face, orbs of light dancing through his eyes? He was helpless to defend himself. All the rage and pain crawled down Ryo's hands, topping above Dini, grabbing his head, and banging it on the floor. Brandon hurriedly went out of the room to run for his clothing that had been thrown at the back door when he snuck in. He was not ashamed of being seen in his birthday suit by Ryo, but he was making a good impression on his first son.

Big, cocky, stupidly handsome Gino the one who always winked at me when I walked past, the one who flexed his muscles at the girls like a dumb puppy. He was crying. Hard. Snot running down his nose. His hands tied behind the chair. One eye already swollen. His lips were busted, bleeding. “No! No, please, Brando! Don, please!” Brando stood above him, knife in hand. Not just any knife. A jagged-mouthed one. Curved like a devil’s smile. Rusty-looking. Nasty. He was laughing. “You let a girl get touched in my fucking club?” Brando growled. “You let someone crawl in and almost kill my merchandise?”

"I'll call you back when I'm finished here." Brando nodded and quickly exited, evidently eager to avoid any drama. Jenny couldn't help but wonder if he truly understood the nature of the organization he worked for and the mafia he was involved in. Then she thought better of it; he was the smartest man she knew and certainly understood the stakes.

This time I didn't hesitate, I let him feed me because I wanted to hear the rest of this story. I never knew anything about my father's childhood, he always kept it hidden and I've never felt the need to ask. I didn't really care about his childhood because my father was rarely home so when he was I just wanted to create my own memories. "As there is to every group, squad, clique- there is a leader. And we had a leader, his name was Billy. Nothing threatening about the name but he was the oldest in the group and just like the rest of us he was a troubled little boy. He was the cruellest and he didn't care about anyone but himself and the members of the gang. He liked your father and I, he to

Candy asked as she made me sit still and rubbed my back. I faced Brando. "What happened to T-Troy?" I just asked. "How's Troy?" I asked again. Brando tilts his head and shuts his mouth. "At the clinic, that guy's nose just bled because he's so tired and he still hasn't slept. Don't worry baby, that guy is just fine." There was reassurance in Brando's voice but I didn't move. "Can I see him?" "Oh, Jack is there. You better go when you don't have his boyfriend over there." He said as he opened his fan.

Brandon. THE END✨