America X Italy Novels & Stories

ITALY, 17:00pm Don Adriano settled back in his chair, a triumphant smirk on his face. He gestured expansively around the makeshift office, indicating his terms. “Now that we’re talking like reasonable men, Hades. Here are my terms. You want your wife back. I want a proper deal. We want a higher percentage from our dealings in America. More than your father ever gave us. Much more. And better access.”

"American?" I exchanged nervous glances with Max. I probably should have let Max do the speaking. He hardly has an American accent when he speaks Italian at all. Probably because, unlike me, he was brought up speaking it. "Yes," I replied after a slight hesitation. "We are here, in Italy, for family reasons." "Don't bother lying to me. Every Alpha in the world is aware of your disappearance, Ella Loren," she said. "There's a big reward for the one that returns you safely home to your mate."

"Yes, they have. They will act as our arbitrator between Italy and America." "Finally." "In return, they have asked for the full custody of the drugs we are going to export." Alfonso nearly choked on his food. "Tell me you didn't agree with this nonsense." Alessandro remained silent. Thickening the tension. "I didn't." His half-brother drew out a breath of relief. "What about New York?" "They are making even higher demands. Either they want to suck us dry or want us to back down altogether." "We could independently establish ourselves, but then the federal system will bite us in the arse." Alessandro continued to explain. "We would be like a puny fish in a pool of bloodthirsty sharks."

then that would be Enzo De Luca. But why was Sean asking me this question now? What the hell did he do this time? This wasn't the first time that he did something bad and needed my help to fix it. He sighed before rubbing his forehead. Whenever he would do those two things, it means that it was something bad. "You know...the uh- Don..and I decided to become...allies.. And I- uh-" "You what?" I asked, impatiently. "I..." He scratched the back of his neck, "I accepted and now he wants me to send someone who's part of the American mafia to stay with the Italians while someone from the Italian Mafia will stay with the Americans. It's like an exchange...you know..temporary exchange."

“Shouldn’t it have been better if we set up the new branch in Britain, son?” “I wanted to make a difference” “Make a difference, how?” James father, Mr Gold wondered what difference he wanted to make. “when companies here in the US wants to expand their business they always choose the United Kingdom to do so, because they feel that place has more market. Nobody actually thinks about doing so in other well known Europe country” “Is that what you mean by making a difference?” “We would have less competition father, another reason why I choosed Italy is because the people there love American’s they will surely visit our hospital when it opens”

I hope she understood this code especially since I mentioned the country and person holding me captive, "oh... you did make mention of Jake being from France but I heard Italy is more fun during summer." I exhaled sharply, she got it... thank goodness we made codes in times like this, "yeah Italy is the best, maybe we should find the best place to visit." "I'll make enquiries, Rome, Venice, Milan, Sicily, I really don't know where we should pick, I think Milan would be a great pick." "Nah... Sicily would be perfect, it gives off street vibes, beautiful culture, I even heard that there's a mountain here, it would be perfect."

Despite the allure, my thoughts kept drifting back to the fact that I had yet to truly experience Italy beyond these walls. "Let’s have something to eat first, please," I said to the girls, hoping to convince them. They agreed immediately; we hadn't eaten anything since when we woke up, and I was starting to feel the weight of my hunger. We quickly proceeded to take our showers, the warm water helping to rejuvenate us after the long day so far. Once we were ready, we made our way to the food court. As we walked through the bustling center, I couldn’t help but notice how the Italians embraced their culture. The way they decorated the space, the atmosphere, and even the smells coming from dif

The boys wriggled excitedly beside her, strapping themselves in with Alessandro’s help. "Mama, Mama," Matteo chirped, tugging at her sleeve. "What's Italy like?" "Is it big?" Antonio added, his brown eyes wide. Antonia laughed softly, smoothing their hair back from their foreheads. "Italy is beautiful," she said. "There are old cities made of stone, and streets that wind like rivers. There are mountains and oceans and vineyards as far as the eye can see." "Are there toys?" Matteo asked seriously. Antonia smiled wider.

“Since we’re not going to America yet, how about we travel around Italy as much as we can. Like a vacation.” My eyes widened with surprise as I instantly sat up on the couch, facing him. “Wait what?” I answered, my voice filled with extreme disbelief. It had always been my dream to travel around Italy, but I never imagined that it would become a reality. “Are you serious?” “Of course,” Jeremy answered with a chuckle. “Since we are here, we should make the most of it, right?” An excited yell exited my mouth as I threw my arms around Jeremy. “Oh my God, Jeremy! That would be fantastic! I can’t believe it!”

he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I settled back against his chest, oddly content in the aftermath of our passion. This wasn't just sex anymore; there was an intimacy developing between us that I hadn't expected. "Have you ever been to Venice?" Alexander asked suddenly, his fingers tracing abstract patterns on my back. "Italy or California?" "Italy." I shook my head. "The closest I've gotten to Italy is the Olive Garden." "We'll have to rectify that. Venice should be our first stop in Italy."