Young Leo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

He greeted my mom with more warmth, and then Federico gave him instructions to take our luggage to the rooms. Right then, the front door opened, and a guy about my age stepped out. He had curly dark hair, a little overgrown, like he’d skipped his last three haircuts, and striking green eyes that didn’t match his face. He had an office intern kind of vibe. I tilted my head. Was this Zayne, the infamous mafia heir? “Leonardo, come here,” Federico called. Oh. So not Dante. Plot twist. Apparently, this dude was Leonardo, not his son. Wait—Federico had two sons?

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

"How was your Miami trip?" Leo licked his bottom lip. Truthfully, he was there for his football match. He was a twenty-three-year-old playboy, and the leader of the football team at their college, making him popular among the ladies with his impressive athletic body and devilishly handsome face. A leading rapper had invited him to an orgy two days ago, to celebrate his victory in the game the day after the match ended, and man, the experience was worth it. He had made quite the body count and did some nasty shit that would grant him a one-way ticket to hell.

Leo tipped back the rest of his drink in one swallow. Hayden immediately pressed, “You don’t mean Mike Lloyd, do you? She’s not really into him, is she?” A bitter little smile flickered in Leo’s eyes. He looked up at Hayden. “Do you even know who he is?” Hayden touched his nose. “What, is he that big a deal? Am I supposed to know who he is?” Leo patted him once on the shoulder and said plainly, “He’s the vice president’s son. And Mayor Lloyd’s nephew.”

Not a word came out of my mouth. He knew. He got to know everything. I gulped. My fists clenched on my dress at the sides. "Leonardo McCommer. One of the dangerous mafia leaders of America. The man who has been running so many illegal activities throughout the continent for decades, the man police have been looking for years," he said, still not moving from his seat. "And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?"

he answered Liam Alfonso was the younger brother of Lucario. He was the real deal of the two and we were constantly at war. Suddenly Royalty became the main target in the mafia world and I was getting worried about her contact with the outside world. She was a model after all and was becoming really famous. "Never!" I refused "Why not?" he asked amused Liam was a carbon copy of Lucario but shorter and he had a scar on his cheek from a knife wound I had given him a few months ago.

Eleonora scoffed loudly. “I understand, but you have no other choice as it stands.” They were still talking when a presence was suddenly felt in the room. They both turned, only to meet the gaze of a dashing young man. Elizabeth blushed, unable to take her eyes off him. “You must be the new maid.” He stared straight at Eleonora who nodded her head slowly. He took fast steps over to them, his eyes scanning Eleonora intensely. “I am Frederico DeLuna, Leo's cousin.” He said proudly, as if trying to assert dominance.

“Not my fault. I had to stay back in Sophia’s pack, carrying out duties to make sure her Father approved of me.” Liam served himself a glass of whiskey. “And you left us for two months.” Liam sat beside me. “A man needs to do what he has to do for his woman,” Max cocked a brow. Sipping my drink, “Has her Father approved?” “I won’t be back if he doesn't.” “This calls for celebration.” Liam picked up his glass, stretching it forward, “Let’s make a toast.” Max and I picked up our glasses, raising them. Liam continued. “We are making a toast to Leo’s successful wedding to Eira. We are making a toast to Max's approval with Sophia. And lastly, we are making a toast to my engagement with Daisy and

Jason explained and Leonardo cocked his riffle pointing it at Armando "You plan on killing me?" Armando laughed "I'm the Mafia boss here Leonardo DiCaprio and you cannot kill me, not unless you want everyone in my family to be out for your head" "Maybe you haven't heard but I am Leonardo DiCaprio and I always eliminate those that comes against me, regardless of the consequence" Leonardo said as he pulled the rifle's trigger blowing Armando's brain out "Bullshit" he spatted and walked out while Jason followed him from behind They got back into the car and this time, Jason drove

“He’s coming for what he thinks he owns. While he might not want to kill me, he wants to claim me and that is going to be a punishment worse than death in my eyes. He will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants and that is why we are going to end this with blood. There is no other option.” Before I could answer, a sound split the cold air, a lone voice amplified by power, distant but unmistakable. Darius’s. “Liam!” The voice rolled across the snow, sharp and mocking. “You’ve taken what’s mine again! You’ve hidden behind your walls, your warriors, your Luna. But you can’t hide her from me forever! I will get her because she is mine. I want this claim on her. I have wanted this claim on h