Anton X Peppino Novels & Stories

“Depends. Am I trespassing?” He shrugged. “Probably. But I won’t tell. Antonello Mastrandrea. You must be her.” I blinked. “Her?” “The one who dumped Rocco Marcossi like spoiled milk. Damn near half the town’s in love with you for that.” I raised an eyebrow. “And the other half?” “Jealous.” His grin was crooked. Dangerous, but not like Romero. Where Romero was composed rage and slow-burn intensity, Antonello was wildfire with a match in his teeth.

“Mr Ferrante, I’m glad you could make it…” “It was short notice, but I wouldn’t miss such a valuable cause…” Antonio said back in a smooth tone. “I thank you for thinking of me when the extra tickets came up.” Quinn pouted at the congenial way Antonio spoke, he was definitely acting. She looked up as she heard him introduce her to the man. “Quinn, this is Senator Peloski, a good friend of my father.” Quinn heard the ‘my father’ and guessed she had been introduced as his partner not his sister, that suited her fine, she was neither really but certainly closer to partner than sister.

Nolan: “You know, she is a good, you know, around at least in front of the pack members, she managed to do something that is good.” Alessandro said, walking out to the veranda where I stood watching the preparation around the pack, watching as they readied themselves for what was to come.

Us Mafioso men rarely got any sleep at night. The sins we’d done in our lifetime were enough to haunt us even with our eyes wide open. “What are you doing here so late?” Antonio asked as he stepped ahead of Susanna. His son was right behind his parents in casual wear while their other daughter hid behind a pillar. “I need to talk to you and your wife.” I casually walked to the living room and sat on one of the couches. The family followed except for their other children. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Antonio asked as he made himself confortable in the seat opposite mine. He may have looked calm but I noticed how his hands kept touching his side. I suspected his gun was there.

“If you have enough time for idle gossip in the middle of the day, I’m sure Mrs. McDonald would welcome your help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” The smaller man who was sparring gives an exaggerated shudder. His accent is so thick I can only pick up the words “kill” and “dragon”, but there are a few titters in the crowd and Ethan grins. I get the impression that whoever Mrs. McDonald is, she’s not very popular.

Narrator’s POV Alexandra felt her brain stall for a while as she tried to process that new information. “He is Penelope’s Fiancée? The hell? How?” Alexandra was confused. Mr. Antonio Rodrigo was a man famous for his dashing good looks and his wealth. He was said to be an old man in his prime because of his age and his explicit masculine aura. He owns a chain of clubs and casinos all over the country. He had bought a few buildings from Kid's before. He used them as residents for his employees.

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.

Breanna seethed, releasing her grip on him. Antonio eyed her in silence—a wolfish grin carving into his feature. “Dumb Dora{Stupid Woman}” He leaned away. “Since you're that desperate, here's a tip—tomato sauce tomorrow stop it if you can” “What location?” “A guest speaker, that’s all.” His voice was low, unhurried as he straightened from the bed. “Figure out the rest.” “At least a name—” Breanna yapped. “Who's the detective?" Antonio snapped. His hand clamped close to her throat and he ripped the rose pendant free, holding it up between them.

His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction. “I am surprised to see you here” I said, standing up from my chair. I fixed my suit’s jacket and extended my hand to shake his. “I believe that I can come and see my partner when I want, plus, if I remember correctly, we have a meeting” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I simply nodded in response, watching as he took a seat in front of me. I nodded at Carter to leave, wanting to speak to the capo dei capo in private, and seeing that, Donatello nodded at Matteo to follow. His eyes met mine, and getting up from my seat, I walked to the bar

He saw a lifeline, even if it was wrapped in barbed wire. "You're Valencia Knox," he whispered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to place me. "The one they call the Titan of the East. I heard you were looking to move into shipping." "I was," I said, leaning back and crossing my legs. "But I don't buy from men who can't keep their own house in order. You look pathetic, Antonio. It’s hard to negotiate with a man who has spit on his lapel."