101 Dalmatian Street Da Vinci Novels & Stories

“Unless I wanted to be a concert pianist.” “You were never going to be a pianist,” Mia’s voice would say, if she were here. “You have murderous energy, not delicate‑artist fingers.” The absence of her actual voice makes my eyes burn. Dante stands at the side of the bed, watching Luca with that intense focus he usually saves for enemies and negotiations. “No tracing on the van yet,” he says. “Plates were fake. Street cameras caught it turning off two blocks away. After that, nothing. They had their route planned.”

he said. "What! You can't do that" "You are to stay here and keep things in order while I go after that troublemaker" Dante told Geremia. Geremia watched helplessly as Dante got on his power bike and zoomed off. He prayed that nothing would go wrong. Dante enquired from his men the last place where Camilla was seen and headed there. As he drove his car, he cursed Camilla inwardly. What the hell was she up to now? Ever since he bought that little pest, she kept inviting trouble to his life. He had literally used his own money to invite trouble into his life.

"So, you still insist on putting on an act. I can't believe that you would say something so despicable just because you're jealous." The disappointment in his eyes felt like a blade that stabbed into my heart. "Since you're so fond of playing with fire, you can stay here and watch it burn everything. You're only allowed to go home after the fire burns out." The wails of the police sirens were getting closer. Dante hated dealing with the police more than anything else. He led Bianca away, turning around and heading toward the fleet of cars. "Andiamo. Let her explain the situation to the police."

Fiddling with the dashboard as alerts and notifications began to tumble in, he threw an arm across the back of his seat as he backed his vehicle out with expertise before zooming away down the snowy roads. From the upstairs window, Adele Long watched the rugged SUV disappear. She clutched her robe sadly. The Captain was a devil in bed, totally in command, driving her to heights she had not experienced with any other lover. But Captain Ethan Davis southern heart was firmly anchored in the hands of a particular beauty, dark-haired and not easily available; the daughter of the notorious Mafia Don. Jamie Delano, the daughter of Lucien Delano. And he was obviously waiting for her to turn eighteen

“Find out who is backing him. And find out if he bought new guns. Real guns. Not cheap toys.” “I will get back to you.” Luca dropped the phone and stared at the board again. Vincenzo was petty. That was normal. But this… this looked too heavy for him. Too structured. Too clean. Luca smirked. “You are cooking something, you fool.” He opened the second file. Elena DeMarco. Dante once trusted that woman more than he trusted most men. But trust meant nothing in their world. She tried to sell Dante’s secrets to a rival family, disappeared, and no one saw her again.

She says and Adam nods, Adjusting his glasses as he stared at the huge men behind her. She took the elevator with the men and soon enough they got out and walked out "Drive in your car! Follow mine alright!" She says and they nod She got into her car and her driver starts the ignition, "Donatello's Mansion!" She says and She put on her shades and sat back as they start to move. Soon enough they arrived at the extremely large estate, A full smirk made its way to her lips as they drove into the estate, So Donatello lives in such a castle with his family, Isn't it sad that it would be hers in a few minutes

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.