Astuto Protagonista Novels & Stories

“That kind of flip-flopping could be as dangerous as a knife at our backs.” “Women are meant to be used,” Alfonso declared, his icy gaze fixed on Fabrizio. “Antonella is clever, and as long as her cunning serves our purposes, we’ll stick to the plan,” he added, his voice firm, almost solemn. “When she’s no longer useful, you’ll take care of giving her the kiss of death,” he concluded, rising from his chair with authority. He adjusted his jacket, maintaining the carefully crafted expression of a concerned father, convincing enough to justify sharing a table with his enemy.

Zoro told Alessio. "But Armando, Zoro." Alessio said, looking at his sleeping brother. He was about to pick him up. "Go, Alessio." He told his son intensely. Alessio's head dropped as he turned and followed Zoro. He waited to be alone with Castelli. "I'm here to take what's mine." Castelli declared as he pointed at the papers already laid out on the table. His gaze swiped on the DNA test report. Ignoring it, he grabbed himself a glass of water and picked up the pitcher. "What are you talking about, Castelli?" He asked him, though he was very well aware of the fact.

“And what happens if I marry you.” There it is again. She turned to face him fully now, searching his eyes for reassurance. Instead, she found restraint. Calculation. The same look he wore in boardrooms when weighing risks. “Susan’s father,” Pedro continued, lowering his voice, “is not a man you challenge lightly.” Jasmine frowned. She had heard the name Anthony spoken like a curse, always followed by silence. “What kind of man is he?” Pedro exhaled slowly. “Ruthless. Strategic. He doesn’t just fight—he destroys. People who cross him don’t just lose their lives, they lose everything connected to them: businesses, families, relatives, everything.

My heart wanted to leap out of my rib cage and cling to him,whose face like always unreadable. Well I did a good inspection in the moment sweetheart. "Hmm I am going to the warehouse to deal with the minions of Alberto.Alessandro I need you to join me so dig for information about his drug smuggling.He is using our passenge without our grant."Stefano said to Alessandro,who passed him an unbelievable look. "It is my job to make sure our unit is working properly at the winery brother.You can not just splash cold water on my plans."Alessandro clearly looked pissed off though he had no courage to surface it in front of a tornado called Stefano.

Alessandro said, and I pulled away from his arms as we both walked to our seats. “I can tell, and I am waiting for you in the VVIP lounge to both meet your woman and understand what had the rogue Pakhan try to bargain for your death. It seems to me that he was more than willing to watch the plane fall, and the number of men that he had around made it seem like he was going to war with some army.” He said, and I shook my head. I knew that Alessio didn’t have this many men following him. If he had a lot, they were either betraying their families, packs, or were hunters. And judging by the fact that he wanted ME in specific, I could only guess that my beloved family was more than open to the id

You're right, and the only way to find out is if you chose correctly in a few minutes. Astor nodded in agreement, seeing this was the only way to go if he wanted to see his loved ones, and started working on the binary code, but not before Rich air swipes the program he needs to be on. We have plenty of time before we reach the middle ground. Now that I have Astor's agreement, all I have to do is wait for a few more minutes and start phase two with my plan. I see him typing attack codes after attack codes, air swishing after air swishing. I'm curious why Saint didn't try to persuade him to join his team, or perhaps he knew Astor had taken the general's side, as he only takes neutral people.I

He whispered sleepily into my ear, clinging onto me, our bodies intertwined with one another; it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. The next morning, Alessandro and I packed, ready to go home, and made a quick trip to the warehouse to pay a little visit to you-know-who. "There he is, he's almost dead bless God," Alessandro brought Ivan Out and put him into the chair in his whining state; Ivan was covered in dried blood and tears; he was shivering cold. Perfect! "Today is your lucky day, my friend," Alessandro said, excited for what was about to happen.

"Ashton Finn? Leader of Red Eagle?" Antonio nodded. "Alright it's decided then. Antonio, can you describe his features?" Sebastian spoke while picking up the file from the table. Antonio was about to explain him when all of a sudden, his gaze landed at the top of the stairs. 'Good timing', he mumbled to himself. He then turned to his right and started speaking while feigning a serious expression. "Of course, he has a slim body but sharp features. He has thick auburn hair, black eyes and- Beautiful!"

Albert informed. Sebastian's face got dark, "Antonio Dela Castro!" He muttered. Of course he knew this attack was from an enemy, but he hadn't expected it be from his very nemesis. But... This seemed very unlike Antonio, apart from the fact that he knew that he wouldn't be able to defeat Sebastian even if he attacked him, Antonio wouldn't do something stupid as using a few men to just suddenly attack him on the road like that, except... If this was just a distraction.

“He’s not strong. He’s smart. That’s more dangerous. Lorenzo’s about to swallow his own poison, served by a boy he thinks is broken.” Cristo moved through the small estate with obedience. But I saw it. In the glint of his eye. In the way he sat. The way he paused a second too long near Lorenzo’s control vault. He was already mapping out the bones of the beast. And I, Antonioni, was watching. Always watching. Through an eye that wasn’t mine. But might as well be. **** Cristo had returned to Italy, Naples. He took the train that same night.