America X Italy Novels & Stories

If it wasn't about to turn me mad, then, of course, why not? "Matteo, get down from that table right now before you hurt yourself," Obediently he did jump from the table but to the arms of the chair, going further to pull his sister up to himself. "All I'm saying is," Char picked up the conversation, "We need something strong to tell Italy that La belle exists," "But how?" "Don't ask me that; your husband is the president of the fuvking country; you've got a part of the world under your feet; make use of it" Knowing me, she added, "Enough of the pride."

Amari POV: Xavier and I ate breakfast then we took a shower together. He suggested we head into town but instead, he flew us to Italy. I should have known he didn't mean the local town in Moscow After landing he got us a car that dropped us off in a street filled with many boutiques. Turning to Xavier I looked at him in confusion. I thought we came to get the ring "What are we doing here," I ask and he smiles pecking my lips

Tyler's POV A few days later we all boarded a flight to Italy. Italy looked exactly like the postcards. Only better—richer, more vivid and impossibly alive. The moment our car crested the final hill and the Amalfi Coast unfolded beneath us, Billie burst into tears. Not the devastating kind we’d grown terrifyingly used to over the past week. These were bright, overwhelming happy tears. The kind that comes when a long-held dream steps out of your imagination and becomes real enough to touch.

As she gazed at it, panicked creeped into her chest and she stumbled forward, But the chains dragged her into the wall again, and her knees scraped the stone floor. A bruise opened across her shoulder where her blouse had torn open, the ends hung by their threads. Her eyes darted around, fear started to settle in her chest. She didn’t know where she was, nothing was familiar. Fuck, she was in Italy, of course nothing was like New York. Then whispering voices soon filled the room, just outside the heavy wooden door. “Vorrei che il capo ci facesse assaggiare la ragazza. Ho sentito che la figa Americana ha un sapore diverso” (I wish the boss would let us taste the girl, I heard American pussy t

Not in Italy. Right?

The stage glowed under floodlights, a red-white-and-green banner snapping taut: “Forza Italia—Strength in Unity.” The President strode out, his charcoal suit crisp, tie a tight knot, a grin stretched wide but eyes cold as ice. He seized the mic, voice thundering over the chaos. “Italy’s on its knees!” he bellowed, fist slamming the podium, the crowd howling back. “American sanctions strangle us, traitors gut us—Jeremy Cali’s their prince! But we’re tougher—together, we rise!” The square exploded, horns blasting, fists pumping; red caps bobbed like buoys, a chant surging—“Forza! Forza!”

It’s almost hard to believe that they are one of the world’s most dangerous crime families. "So, piccolo, is this your first time in Italy?" Amerigo asks, his piercing gaze still trained on me. "Yes. I’ve always dreamed of coming to Italy at some point in my life," I say before taking a bite of my food. "Although, I do wish it was under better circumstances and not because I’m running away from a psychotic man who thinks he can have me to himself." Amerigo chuckles. "Well, those are some of the perks of getting involved with dangerous men like my son."

But somehow, I manage to simply laugh at Natalia’s suspicion that Daniel might like men – as if it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heared? “Really, Natalia?” I ask, scoffing pleasantly. “I mean, I know we’re not a very handsy couple or anything, but I didn’t think we’d pushed you that far along into the realm of the ridiculous.” “Ah well,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me a little bit. “I suppose that it is just that you are Americans. In Italy, when the young are in love, they cannot keep their hands off of each other. You know?”

Niccolo’s POV “Are you back in America now?” Damon asked from the other end of the line, as I hopped into the backseat of my GLE. “Yes,” I replied, as Zach shut the door. “Alright, I'm still in Italy,” He replied. “Honestly, I have no idea what I'm even doing here. I don't know her address or anything. Hell, I didn't even tell her that I was coming to Italy. I just want to see her in person, so we can both come to terms on whatever our relationship is.”

Ginevra "You mean back to Italy?" I asked. "Yes back to Italy Ginevra, even in this circumstance Italy is safer" he responded. Back to Italy definitely isn't safer for me since I'm basically wanted back there but I guess it will be safer for Amelia and Allison since they will be guarded heavily. Well, perhaps I wanted to go back to Italy before to end my enemies and that awful person who spread naked photos of me on the net. I'd like to sue them first then kill them slowly, painfully, and let them know that they shouldn't play with Ginevra Bianchi again. After all, they won't be alive again to try that stunt again.