Arturo Braga Novels & Stories

“What brings you here aside from the rotting head that you have inside the box.” “It is the head of Bartolomeo Auditore.” I said, and he frowned. “His Alpha Stefano had him killed a few weeks back for treason, one that he did not commit. However, in his eyes, considering the fact that he was seen speaking to my father, he was a traitor.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

He pulled the bracelet out of the box, and nodded at me to give him my right hand which was bare of any jewelry, my watch was on my left, and wrapping it around my wrist, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at it. “This is beautiful, thank you.” I said, blushing at the small gesture as his eyes met mine. He smiled at me, and despite how nervous I initially was, I smiled back, masking my expression. Arturo checked his phone as it rang before hanging up, not bothering to answer as he probably knew who was calling him and why. But considering the fact that I knew my limits, and being a good Capo’s wife or daughter as a matter of fact, we were taught not to ask too many questions, and needless

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

The man asked with a grin, Joan chuckled softly before placing the glass back on the table “It sure is” she answered back with a soft smile “Of course it would be, its either I have bourbon or a martini. If you’re really into it and if you’re all about the taste you would pick up on the herbaceous and the slight sweeter taste of the vermouth” he gesticulated with his fingers like he was pinching something. Joan was indeed flattered by his knowledge of Martini that she blushed, “ You know your Martini!” she complimented

Bruce accused. “What did you just call me?!” I denied. “I KNOW YOU WERE WITH ARTURO!” Bruce screamed. “No I wasn't!” I denied angrily. “Is that why you were at his club out of all clubs?!” Bruce sneered. “That was a coincidence,” I shot back, seething. “I had no idea that the club was his.” “You seem to not have much of an idea of anything, do you?” Bruce said quietly. “I don't think it's a coincidence that it's this Arturo kid causing us so many problems… Yet you continue to deny it.”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

"Arturo, do you have any cigarettes?" Arturo is a young man with blond hair sitting next to the driver, and he does not wear a mask, so his entire face is fully exposed. The wind blew in from outside, causing his hair to flutter in the wind. The teenager has a high nose and white skin. His body is not too big. Instead, he has the appearance of a young Asian. Arturo took a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket in the shape of a horse. He lit it and gave it to the driver, he said. "Drive carefully. The girls behind are worth millions of dollars from that old Italian."