All Chapters of Diana Costello Brothers I: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Giácomo Costello So, without any preparation or softening he unleashed, death is a common thing within the mafia but the fact that she was murdered by someone demands a war in return. I squeezed the shirt in an unnecessary force leaving my shoulders tense by pulling the air hard, gritting my teeth and asked developing the paper calmly using true anger to mask the farce. Every good lie has a grain of truth. - Who? – He knew that exacting revenge for my family was my role and he expected it as the older brother, a common performance. — We don't know, she and Riina were found dead at dawn — I punched the mirror that broke, huffing with rage because I wish I had tortured the bastard for a few hours, that's the real rage — I came to give you the news in person, it's been a while faithful executor. The words of confidence filled my chest with reassurance knowing that the lie had been accepted, even under a false veil of trust the old fox found no fault in opening up questions soon his

Giácomo Costello Hunter made the excuse that he was going to look elsewhere in town and went on an errand to give some pauper a decent burial over two tombstones bearing the name Costello. At three in the afternoon, we attend Frank's wake, the fucking coffin opened at his sister's request, sending all my composure down the drain. Don Sartori offered his condolences by saying how kind and generous I had been in offering the soldier's funeral and left. I immediately looked at my brother. "I'll work it out, keep going" Jack whispered in my ear. And at five in the afternoon, we lowered our sisters' coffins, with oaths of revenge on their tombstones. The Rinna, mourning our loss, allowed Bianca to be buried beside Beatrice. All the capos paying their respects, leaving their fake feelings in a row, until the De Angelis held in our hands the brothers watching every reaction in our eyes and she appeared there, in a simple black dress with no makeup which only made it more beautiful, Giu

Diana Alexander I didn't believe she would care about that, I bet that getting rid of her brothers would be a blessing for the girl, but I swallowed that thought and answered simply. — So do what you do best, lie — I replied without any guilt — Close friends and even closer enemies. He knew she was right, having access to the ports commanded by the De Angelis would double our cocaine trafficking revenue. Besides, inciting Giovanni's rage is almost a freebie accompanying a children's sandwich, nothing can derail him but Giulia, and the fact that he will eventually let his guard down in the face of fury almost brings a smile to my lips. "Come on Giacomo, let's set our paces." I urged him to lose his face, the way he pretends to be asked to maintain an indignant posture almost makes me believe it. "I want to see this," Hunter snorted. My brother seemed to have gone into shock and I had to pray for his rational side to come back, the way we can lose our thoughts and the truth that s

Dragon Fury is a constant amidst the frustration of always being permeated by this intense pain from the past, the memories of the hot sand against your face under the scorching sun making adrenaline run free through your body when you receive the order to pull the trigger. It's so It's disturbing to feel how something is terribly wrong, maybe it's the need for adrenaline or the hatred running through your veins, but finding Fort George full of Italians scattered around corners is not a good sight. Since we set up the club, we have shared the city under the control of the Italian mafia, it was difficult to conquer a space, but we were not going to leave behind the gringos. Gradually they realized that having an outlaw biker club in the city draws more attention from the police than the many scattered drug points or the bodies that appear without hands or eyes. This week, one of the Italian families placed an order for weapons so large that I imagine they are preparing for a war. Now,

Dragon The two finished, I watched her eyes open slowly and inhale heavily as if she had unloaded a burden with the music, something my brother was much better at than I did, they got off the small stage and walked towards the counter for a moment. I thought she would come towards me, but she only reached out to take the glass of beer, the desire to hear her voice a little longer took over my head, and I ended up opening my mouth as soon as the small woman turned around. — Hey, blue — She stopped looking at me over her shoulder, and I ended up saying the first shit that came into my head under the dark gaze — Another round on me if I come up to sing another song. The brother behind the counter raised his brow curiously, not giving him any thought, I watched the girl turn around with a narrowed gaze. — Two beers for them – She nodded towards the two at the table, eyeing us curiously — And one of those for me. I raised my eyebrow at the unusual request for the Whiskey that was in th