Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

the nurse answered sweetly. “Lisa is not my sister. She is my wife,” Alessandro corrected sharply, a deep frown creasing his brow. “You will listen to Mrs. Mancini. You will report to her. Now that this is settled, you know we are the Mancinis. Please tell us your name.” “Yes, Mr. Mancini, I understand. My name is Viola Lastra,” the nurse replied, still visibly shocked to learn he was married. With that, Alessandro dismissed her. Lisa walked Viola to her quarters.

“We can speak freely in front of her.” “Of course, Alpha.” She inclined her head. “In that case, there is more to be said. Isaak’s work has been as normal – but he’s been appearing dishevelled. Nettle stings cover his hands and twigs are stuck in his hair. It’s like he’s rushed here from the woods and doesn’t even have the time to tidy himself up. I thought… well, Alpha, I thought he was continuing the work you stopped him from doing. I thought he was so concerned about finding Scarlett that he was disobeying your orders and continuing to search the forest for her.”

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Alexis asked again. “He was a Chief Editor not at His Excellence Media company alone, he did work once at Italy, and he did a lot of dirty job at a Media company, he took a lot bribe and he wrote a few things about a Mafia group, and that was a game over for the Mafia group, then he was not Jason, he was called Maximus Aurelius.” Jude said all together. Alexis cut in. “Hmmmmm, a name after the Roman Emperor.”

“I've got a lot on my mind that I need to settle.” “Well do you mind sharing those thoughts?” “No. I'm good,” Alessandro answered abruptly. Marco gave him an all round look before he burst into an uncontrollable laughter. With his face clearly displaying annoyance, Alessandro asked, “What’s so funny? Because I don't think I pulled a joke. Infact, I think you need to get your head checked. You're completely out of your mind and you know it.” “One-hundred percent agree with you,” Sergei added. Stopping in between laughs, “I'm perfectly fine and you two know it,” he stated, turning to face Sergei, “ This man here can't stop thinking about his wife…his dearest Isabelle. That is what has got him

he asked, kissing my cheek. “Very good. We had an interesting visitor. An art dealer from Milan.” “Anyone I should know about?” “I don’t think so. Miles Benedetti. He seems to work primarily with private collectors.” Alessandro’s expression didn’t change, but I caught a subtle shift in his attention. “Benedetti?” “Yes. Do you know the name?” “It’s familiar, but I can’t place it. Probably from some business context.” “He bought Elena’s landscape. The one I love so much.”

And at the center of it all, behind a desk of ebony wood, sat him. Alessandro De Santis. I knew his face from the papers—when they dared to print it. Sharp jaw, black hair combed back, suit tailored like it was armor. But the photos didn’t capture his eyes. Gray like a storm over the Tyrrhenian Sea, and just as unforgiving. He didn’t look up when I approached. He just turned a page in the ledger before him. “Isabella Rossi,” he said, voice low, amused. “Twenty-four. Graphic designer. No criminal record. One brother, Luca, who seems to have misplaced a considerable amount of my money.”

They are both looking so serious with someone else on the back of them. They went inside without a word. Dad pulled me to the couch and forced me to sleep. The stranger sat in front of me with eyes locking with mine. “So you are Jillian,” he broke the silence. “Yeah,” I awkwardly answered feeling uncomfortable about what’s going on. Hailey doesn’t look happy standing at his back. I can’t see Angelo and I just wish he is here. He just doesn’t like coming here when my parents are around. “I’m doctor Alperez, I’m the family doctor who once took care of you when you are just a kid,” he introduced himself and offered his hand for handshake but I never shook with it. He took his hand and sighed de

|•Marin• | "Voss, Ridley and Cain, after-hours client line. This is Renata." "This is Marin Alessi." Saying my own name out loud, alone in a dark study with the pages still spread across the table, made it sound like I was confirming a fact to a stranger rather than announcing myself. "I need to speak with someone about initiating a private consultation. Marital asset division." A pause, the sound of a keyboard somewhere behind her voice. "This line exists for this, Mrs. Vane. Is there an active filing, or are we starting from the beginning?"

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A