Arlecchino Novels & Stories

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

My hands shake as he makes small talk with me, noting that he has an American accent, and I have to steady them when I get his coffee. Caramel rum cannoli. No one else orders it and no one in town makes it, only us and only because I asked it to be added to the menu because it’s my favorite. Out of all the pastries on the menu—a menu he didn’t even look at—why order that? Then he just has to mention that I remind him of someone. Do I look familiar to him as well? Does he know who I am? I can’t outwardly ask him though, can I? From the way he carries himself, he must be an Alpha as well. Maybe Alpha Matteo knows him? Marcus was in the back with him yesterday. Maybe I should ask him later.

Hopelessly I select the vegetables in the kitchen. ************* "Take a seat" Alfredo gave his trusted consigliere an order. Luigi Donatello fiercely known as Scarfaced was as treacherous as his name sounded. "The consignment worth a hundred million arrives tonight. The slaves will be responsible for moving it to the wearhouse up south" Alfredo didn't seem to care about what he was saying. Something else was on his mind. Scarfaced wondered what had preoccupied his mind. "The news didn't seem to do anything to you"

His suit fit him like a glove whilst his shoes shone like glass. "Mr. Wolfe," the man added, speaking with a trace of Italian accent. "Giuseppe, Don Martinelli's right-hand man," He said. “He is expecting you." Alaric trailed Giuseppe through a foyer that might have been lifted from a Florentine palace. The floors were marble, engraved with lozenge-shaped designs, and the walls hung with oil paintings, not reproductions. There was a crystal chandelier throwing rainbow colors across the ceiling, fresh flowers in large vases wafting faint hints of roses and jasmine in the air.

He forced the words through gnashed teeth, eyes bloodshot. Emilia feigned a worried sigh as she peeked at Alaric who had his attention fixed on the stage’s chaos. She hesitated “…it might be time for a new Don” Her voice was a whisper “Alesso is now a distracted man” The Old Don gritted his teeth “Don’t underestimate him. As much as enemies are circling, He has powerful allies” “Look at him…he’s losing his sense of reasoning all for that mistress” Emilia pressed “Doesn’t Alaric look like the perfect fit? He’s always been much more cool-headed”

Wondering who he was and why was he sitting so comfortably as if he owned the place. "Wow! Its Lorenzo Deluca! He happens is the powerful and mysterious heir to the Deluca Suites empire." Aleira whispered to herself with a fierce glint in her eyes. "Tall and devilishly handsome, especially with those eyes. He is a dream. I want him." She declared to herself.

The name was etched deep into the stone, defiant against the passage of time. Alaric d’Anjou, Troisième du Nom, Roi des Hommes et des Bêtes. (Alaric Anjou, Third of the Name, King of Men and Beasts.) “Alaric!” I jumped up, yelling the name before catching myself. ‘Seraphina, calm down,’Serene chastised me gently. “Right. I shouldn't bother the dead. I’ll keep quiet,” I whispered, looking around the silent graveyard. “Do you... do you want to switch with me?”

His voice was a heavy, resonant baritone that vibrated straight through the steel frame of the Range Rover and into the mud beneath my boots. I didn't move a muscle. "I don't take rides from mafia bosses, Lord Sterling." A slow, ruthless smirk carved its way across Alaric’s face. He leaned forward into the light, illuminating the thick, black wolf-head tattoo that stretched up the right side of his neck.

I ask him about the research on Justin and her family. “Nothing suspicious. They did have a land dispute with a vampire family, years back. I doubt if they knew they were vampires, but it’s something to look into.” I nod, giving him a go ahead. I go back to the kitchen, to get something to eat. Oliver made spaghetti and meatballs. He’s a good cook, his grandmother taught. I don’t even know what my grandparents names are. I never bother to ask. “What about Alpha Elias? Heard from him yet?”

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