Novel & Cerita Astuto Protagonista

he rasped, redialing frantically. Still nothing. Tears burned behind his eyes, but he crushed them down, refusing to believe what the screen was telling him. "Antonia..." he whispered, a broken prayer. The phone slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor. For the first time in years, Alessandro Amato — the man feared by nations — felt truly powerless. At Federico’s mansion... The heavy curtains were drawn, the room bathed in the warm amber glow of expensive whiskey. Federico lounged back in his leather armchair, a glass in his hand, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

I told myself I would not stand before Lucan again. But when I closed my eyes to accept my fate, Alfonso had appeared. My knight in shining amour. The rogues had scattered like leaves in a hurricane when they'd sensed his presence. Even the animals know that Alfonso is not to be messed with Well, six of them had scattered. The seventh one was killed. Alfonso had crushed him with his bare hands. He was very mad that they laid their hands on me. In his fury, he killed the rogue, but later, he'd regretted it - not because he'd killed, but because he should have interrogated the man first to know who sent them

I just cross my ankle over my knee and wait. One second passes. Then two. No one draws a weapon. No one steps forward. Fausto’s face twists in confusion as he turns fully around to look at Pedro, his most loyal lieutenant. "Are you deaf? I said shoot him!" Pedro doesn't look at Fausto. He looks right past him, locking eyes with me, and gives me a single, slow nod. Fausto’s jaw drops, the blood draining from his face as his eyes dart from Pedro to Jose to Miguel to Manuel.

A smirk made its way onto my face. Robbing a casino was no small job. He knew I would be an amazing ally. Did I plan to betray him? No. Not yet. He showed me he could catch me. With him, I couldn't just think I could waltz out of his mansion and do what I wanted. Luca Martinelli was one of the smartest men I've ever met. He was a bomb that needed to be carefully torn apart. One wrong move and you're dead. "Stai giocando a un gioco pericoloso, Tesoro (You are playing a dangerous game, Tesoro)," Luca said standing up. He grabbed the back of my chair, tilting it and dragging me out of his office.

Mark couldn't bear the pain and trauma, but Ethan prodded him to. A planned day, Mark hadn't sabotaged his brother, and he had intentionally gotten him angry. Asher concluded that Mark was the one behind all the unfortunate things that had been happening to him. “You stupid little bitch, I know it's you! What have you been giving me?" she thundered. Asher started by beating Mark to forcing his huge body into Mark's. Mark cried a bit, but at least he had fate and trusted Ethan's words. "It would be the last, I promise." Ethan's voice replayed in his head over and over as his only hope

My Surprise is worth every single ounce of your distress. Falcone was enjoying every sip of his Scotch with great ease and his black neat shoes clinking to each other. He was watching Aspan's every move and the wrinkles on his forehead were comforting him. Falcone’s men were showing a live video of Aspan to the camera. Aspan was understanding all this and his heart was warning him of some danger. But he was ignoring as there was no point to fight . He was in Falcone’s territory , the depth of this world.

Marcus, his face smeared with the blood of his enemies, approached with heavy breaths. “One part of Leonardo’s empire has fallen. Two more to go,” he said, pointing at the map in Antonio’s hands. Antonio smirked, staring at the casino’s ruins with deep satisfaction. “This is just the warm-up,” he said in a low voice. “I won’t stop until Leonardo himself is lying in the dirt.” Amid the scattered debris and bloodstained ground, Antonio’s allies—Rafael Montenegro, Carlos Ribeiro, and Héctor Valverde—watched the destruction unfold.

Gustavo coldly declared while squinting his eyes at the Captain, who had his gun aimed at him. "I already heard the truth from your son Cristoforo, he's a traitor and I was just playing along with you right here," Sid paused to observe Gustavo's bulging eyes. "Cristoforo betrayed you and you're under arrest, Congressman Donatelli, or should I say, Gustavo?" When Verania observed her surroundings, she noticed that the guns of the people there were aimed at Gustavo. "Don't tell me, they're in on it too?" That's the question in his mind.

Alfonso replied, a dark glint appearing in his eyes. My stomach churned and I fought back the urge to puke. "Alfonso, let go of me." The venom in my voice was clear, but it seemed like to him, it was intoxicating, like wine, because he smirked and buried his head in the same place Dante had placed his a few minutes ago. I tried to fight and push him off me, but he was stronger. Then, with one of his hands, he palmed my ass. I raised a leg to kick him in the groin, but he was swift to grip my legs between his thighs, already anticipating my move. Now I understood why Luca told me he was the best assassin.

"Now it makes sense why Antonio accepted our meetup offer so easily," Hudson added, frustration still bleeding through his words. "His son gets his trophy, and he gets to wipe Ace out in one go." Edrick gasped, his voice rising in disbelief. "So, we're calling off the meeting then? That'll make us look weak!" Agostino shook his head, his voice annoyingly calm. "Let him think that. The first step in any plan is making your opponent think you're weak."