Baldacci Novels & Stories

The sharp ring of Bruno’s phone split through the quiet office like a blade. He shifted his gaze from the glowing system monitor to the vibrating device. On the screen, a single name flashed. “The Balancer.” With a measured breath, he pressed the call. “Hello, boss of all bosses,” came Alarico’s voice, thick with forced cheer. “Hello, Alari.” Bruno’s tone was calm, smooth, but underlined with an authority that left no room for pretenses. “Is the money ready for shipment?”

Then half-naked girls in bikinis rushing out of frame giggling, and then I see him. Don Melconi. Bald head glistening. Thick mustache curled like a villain. Tanned skin from decades of Italian sun. His gold rings flash as he brings a fat cigar to his mouth and exhales a long cloud of smoke. He’s sitting in a Jacuzzi. In the middle of some ridiculous villa. Shirtless. Wet. And looking bored as hell. “I don’t have time,” he grunts. “You better be worth it.” I straighten. “I appreciate you making the time, sir. My name is—”

Curious, I stepped out, only to find a tall man in a tailored suit greeting Nikolai with a half-embrace and a pat on the back. Zayn Lancaster. I remembered him vaguely from old mafia rumors. Ex-intelligence, current arms broker, and Nikolai’s most trusted ally. Dangerous, charming, and sharp-eyed like a hawk. He noticed me immediately. “Well, well,” Zayn said with a grin. “So this is the infamous Alessia Moretti.” I crossed my arms. “I see Nikolai’s gossiping already.” Zayn laughed. “He doesn’t gossip. But your name came up often enough over the years.”

I need answers from him before anything else can happen and for that to happen I need to keep my calm. "Look at me," I command, my Alpha tone coming out firm. Alberto's head flies up until his eyes are directly on mine. "Alpha, please, let me explain." He sounds off. The Alberto I know is always a happy soul, the heart of any party, so seeing him like this is throwing me off. Then again, the Alberto I know wouldn't betray his pack or Alpha, so what do I know?

Gasps and shocked faces turned to the top of the room where a balcony held my bidder, the lights blaring at me, hiding his face and identity, but something in his voice felt familiar. "SOLD! To Mr..." Sir winced, gripping his thigh all dramatic and shit. "Accardo.. Matteo Accardo." The husky voice informed us. The room became still with tension, and given the looks being exchanged by the males around me, I guessed whoever this guy was.. he was a bigger bastard than any of these. "I hope you have your affairs in order, Matteo because I will... kill you for this!" I proclaimed with resolve. "We shall see." A voice answered and I didn’t need to see him to know he was grinning like the sick bast

The three men walked in and bowed in greeting to Aldo. “This is Mrs. Accardi. I expect to find her in the same shape that I’m leaving her in when I get back. This is your assignment for the next couple of days. You are to go with her when she leaves the mansion and protect the house while I’m away. Understood?” “Yes, boss!” the two said in unison. “Introduce yourselves to the madame,” Marco urged the men. Stepping forward, Beraldi went first. “Good day, madame. I am Beraldi Valiero, head of operations at the Sicily branch. I will be at your service in the coming days.”

|Zachary| I'm zachary achile DeLuca, richest person on earth with my best friend nicholas stark. We both own multi-billionaire company around the world and won hottest bachelor award, but now nicholas is married with kids on his way. I'm italian and have darkest of the blue eye colour, with dark brown hair. My body is fit with 8 pack abs and tanned skin. I live alone in italy cause I don't have a family. My father is dead and don't know anything about my mom.

That’s why once she settled in here she was totally different without the negative influence. The girl who Marissa had been gossiping with rushed forward and bared her neck in submission and said, “Baylor so nice to meet you, I am Brielle Higgins former Beta Neil’s niece.” Her smile was too fake and she fluttered her lashes way too much and her voice was squeaky and irritating. “That’s Alpha Baylor or Alpha and I can’t say the same,” I said icily and didn’t bother to shake the hand she had extended.

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

“It has nearly been a month since Aldo disappeared, Mateo. He has never been gone for so long. I think you already know where he is or what happened to him. Why don’t you come clean, my boy? Or are you playing the old tricks? No matter if you change your last name, you are a Ricci after all.” A member of the Hansen family, Ole, spoke to Mateo. The Hansen’s are one of the allies. They mostly operate in Norway, but with the help of the Bianchi and Ricci families – they have been spreading their connections around the world.