Novel & Cerita Alessandro Dellisola

Alessandro's surprise was fleeting, replaced by a calculating gaze. He took another sip of his wine, swirling the deep red liquid in his glass as he studied Salvatore’s seething expression. "Are you sure about this?" Alessandro asked, his voice unreadable. Salvatore scoffed, shaking his head. "If there's anything, my teams are the best." Alessandro rested his glass on the polished wooden table, fingers tapping against the stem. "But Marco Donato is my Capo, and Delilah Donato is his wife."

Thirty -Jenna- "There's a girl named Janet who makes really good sandwiches." Helmer says to trying to break the tension in here, then taking another bite out of it. I looked back to Alcander and see him taking a step closer to him while his head twitches while he keeps blinking. Each blink his eyes would change, hazel, blue, bright hazel, bright blue. He took another step closer while his breathing is harsh. "Alcander." I say while I look over to Helmer and see him looking down at the freakin sandwich, not paying attention that an Alpha might just end his life right here with no mercy.

His sister's name's Azalea who's now a De Luca since she married Enzo De Luca, the Italian Mafia Boss. I also found out that they've got two children, a boy and a girl. I've been waiting years to kill that idiot. Alessio did ruin my life so It's only fair I ruin his too- although I would never hurt an innocent. Alessio was tghe one I was after, not Azalea or anyone else. He was the one who unknowingly ruined my life so if someone had to be punished then it was him and no one else. I spent a great deal of my life learning about him, his past, present and other things so I would be ready when the time comes.

“Who?” “Alessandro Benedetti.” The name tasted like ash in my mouth. “A man I knew once. Smart, slippery, and always for sale. He has no loyalty to anyone, only to opportunity. Tonight, he was standing shoulder to shoulder with your family, and he made sure I knew he had no stake in this beyond profit. Opportunistic doesn’t even cover it. He’s a snake—but snakes are dangerous even when they’re not tied to one den.” Isabella pushed herself upright, tugging the sheet with her, anger brightening her features. “My mother and Gianna I can believe. But Alessandro? You told me once you wouldn’t have trusted him to watch your shoes. Why would they trust him now?”

Damn it, why on earth was she staring at another Sandro? "He's Alessandro Rocco De Luca the first. The first of his name and the person from whom the sin originated in the De Luca household," Clarisse explained. "He looks just like Sandro," Arabella marveled. She'd noticed how she and Alessia bore a striking resemblance. Yet, anyone who truly knew them could easily tell them apart. It wasn't just about their style or the way they carried themselves.

“I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.” “May we please discuss a few things, Alpha?” I ask, moving a little closer. I could only assume this woman is Narissa. Alpha Narissa, and from what Ollie told me, she’s the one who knows things. Things that could possibly help us. He didn’t ask for help, but I hope she will still say yes. Narissa sighs then her eyes glaze over, probably letting her pack members know they have new guests. As she does, the three wolves standing off to the side in a protective stance slowly move back and disappear into the night.

“Annalisa! You’ve returned. And who is this strapping young lad accompanying you?” We found the Duke seated behind a massive oak desk, a stack of parchments sprawled before him. He was a bear of a man, with a thick salt-and-pepper beard and a gaze that could curdle milk. My apprehension spiked, but I held Annalisa’s encouraging gaze and stepped forward. “Father,” Annalisa announced, her voice bright and cheery, “this is Adrian. Sir Adrian Sforza, to be precise.” The Duke gave me a once-over that felt like an X-ray. Every muscle in my body tensed. Finally, he spoke, his voice surprisingly deep and gravelly.

Alessandro liked it when his fierce beauty would blush and be obedient to him. "I-I can pull the chair closer...." I suggested. "No, I want you on my lap." It was his final words as he started to eat the food made by his wife only for him. I squirmed as I struggled to eat but after some time relaxed. I waited for his compliment on my food but when I heard nothing I felt disappointed. Alessandro noticed my expression and asked, "what happened?" "Nothing," I said pouting. "Wife! One thing I hate most is someone's lying to me. Never lie to me again! Tell me what happened." Alessandro said in authoritative and I squirmed in fear as I knows my husband is a mafia leader and won't hesitat

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

she squeaked out. "I will have my men take her home", Leornado's voice came. Alessia caught a whiff of his Tom Ford 'Black Orchid’ cologne. The scent's rich, velvety smoothness enveloped her senses, making her feel light-headed and calm and soon she was out. …… “Where are we heading Capo”, the voice belonged to Salvador, who was sitting on the passenger side. There were currently four occupants: the driver, and Salvador occupying the front row while Alessia who was currently fast asleep nestled in Leonardo's arms, occupied the back seats.