Carmine Dibiase Novelas e Histórias

Vidi Costa was one of the men Damian had trusted with a part of his operation, in charge of all the Small casinos that covered this side of the country and made up the collective “The Angels Hand.”, it was a piece of a much grander puzzle, Not a large part but a part that needed to function well and he had been doing his job exceptional well for the years he had had it but something had changed, The numbers had begun slipping in a way that couldn't be blamed on economic struggles or lack of outreach, it wasn't sudden, it was gradual but noticeable. He probably thought Damian wouldn't notice and he didn't until Don had pointed it out. The steady decrease of cash inflow could only mean one thi

I asked and Davian snorted. His eyes twinkled with mischief “I would like to think my best friend’s speciality is hunting humans” Goosebumps lined my arms. Sometimes there was a darkness in Davian’s eyes whenever he talked about something. I have heard stories of his best friend, Ricardo Salvatore. He was Italy’s most feared mafia boss and was a monster. It was understandable why he was barely around Davian and they only seemed to meet in private and only when it was important because Ricardo was not the man who loved public appearances.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

And Asher continues, “Jasper Harrison also had an accident four months ago. He was hit by a truck…” Giovanni grimaces at the crime scene — apparently a clandestine photo. “Yes, this photo has been circulating the internet for a while…” “Disgusting.” Giovanni turns to the next page, looking at a female face. This one is familiar — this is Carmine Díaz… the wife of a Spanish drug dealer. “Carmine Díaz and Javier Díaz. Their death was considered a reckoning… apparently, there were many people who hated them. And you know who else holds a grudge against him, right?”

To an extinct that he had completely lost control? Carmen was furious. Nobody could shout at her Cody that way and get away with it. Nobody. She had hurt someone before when they raised their hands on him and if she had to do it again then she absolutely would. She was like his mother, the mother he actually deserved. She did not know whether to calm him down and hug him, assuring him he was safe with her or talk some sense into the dummy, as she thought of him then, in front of her. When she first met him, her impression of him was completely different. She saw him as the only great version of the Romano’s men. From the moment he had smiled at her in that interview, she felt so comfortable

Carmelo silently walked beside me. Vittoria De Babesy was an iconic Italian fashion designer. She simply dominated the fashion world for years now, and she wasn’t anywhere near stopping. While Leonidas Moretti, her swoon-worthy fiancé, was a jewelry mogul. Utterly in love with Viva, and always showering her with custom jewelry and other unthinkable surprises. They were a perfect pair if you’d asked me. Their love was admired by almost everyone. Even I, who didn’t believe in it.

“Beanie what do you want to show me?” Carmine enters the room and stops in his tracks “Larisa and Ossian. Damn, it’s going to take a few minutes to absorb this. But it’s good to see you both.” He walks over to shake Ossian’s hand and hugs Larisa, “beautiful as ever.”

He stands up and removes the papers from Vincent's hands. He sits back in his chair. His face twists into a scowl as he reads through them. "So, Armando Barbieri?" "Yeah." He shakes his head. "Kill the fucker. Never liked him to start with." "Consider it done, boss." VINCENT DANZA pokes his head out from behind the papers and glares at him intensely. "And Carmine Cicconi was involved too?" "Yeah." He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "All he'll ever need is in those documents."

My colleague next to me, Nadia Russo, cautiously tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Eliana, there's a problem with the database from the case you were handling. The Underboss wants to see you at his office." I felt my heart sink. I pushed open the door to the Underboss', Claudio Bianchi's office, and saw that Fiore was already seated inside. She was wearing a white suit with exquisite makeup on her face. She even gave me a fake smile when she saw me walking into the room. "Eliana, you and Fiore had been jointly managing the database for the Famiglia's cases. But now, all the core data has been corrupted, and it's all garbled. Explain this."