Baldacci Novels & Stories

Royan added, he looked so professional in a three piece suit The Bravado's were something else, I could see exactly why they were tagged as the most dangerous Billonaires. They were an extended family, so I heard, but they all possessed the same traits of selfishness, arrogance and dominance. Done for the day's work of serving the guest, cooking and the rest. Ad I walked to my room, strong pair of hands grabbed me, pushing me to the wall. I trembled as I saw who it was. Kylian Bravado. I panicked as his eyes undressed me.

Carmelo silently walked beside me. Vittoria De Babesy was an iconic Italian fashion designer. She simply dominated the fashion world for years now, and she wasn’t anywhere near stopping. While Leonidas Moretti, her swoon-worthy fiancé, was a jewelry mogul. Utterly in love with Viva, and always showering her with custom jewelry and other unthinkable surprises. They were a perfect pair if you’d asked me. Their love was admired by almost everyone. Even I, who didn’t believe in it.

I finished with an air of Finality. I didn't look Gina in the eye, but through the side of my eye, I just saw her nod her head. I couldn't tell what the nod meant, or how to take it either, but I could only but hope that my reply sat well with her. “Fabri, I've got some Intel on the nice bids for tonight. Wanna trade it in for something?” Bruno Bianchi, a made Man of the Bonanno Family whispered to my hearing. Bruno Bianchi was a popular name in the Big Apple, but as the old saying goes, “some dust could be raised, but the void of it's potency can never be erased.”

The assistant asked, "Your order, sir?" The old man said coldly, "Stage an accident for his dear wife" He paused, before continuing, "I want it to be done today, I want to see Kent go crazy." He said and smirked. The assistant nodded his head and took out his phone to call their men who were lying low and waiting for their orders in Italy. The assistant brought out his phone and called the head of his men there. "Franco," the assistant said coldly. "Yes, boss, your orders sir" Franco replied, his voice was so respectful.

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

How could it not be. I got a new job with higher pay in Italy and I've been taking weekly Italian lessons with Adrianna. I’ve started to improve and I can even hold a conversation in Italian now. The job I got is still as a graphic designer because I really love the job but now I just work in Italy, I wanted to work at Luciano's company but we agreed that dating the boss wasn't exactly the most Ideal situation for us. It’s gonna become far too complicated and I know I know when aren’t we complicated?

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

He stared at me and walked straight towards me. Dakota got infront of me and growled. He stopped but kept starting at me. I heard bones crack and there stood the most power Alpha in the world. Alpha Alcander. He smirked in his naked glory and growled. "Mate."

She made a careless clicking sound and added “Some scum who thinks he’s won with 10 steroid injected misfits.” “Heh! Do you think I would bring you here with just 10 men??” The bald man sneered. “Let me introduce myself. I am Dolce Fulton.” Dolce lifted his lips in mockery. “This is my friend Dickson Landon.” He rubbed his hand against his baldness on top of his head. “And don’t worry, there's another 10 in the dark and another 50 guarding this factory outside. So don’t get your hopes high.”

Brandon replied, glancing around to remember if he had packed his sunscreen. Britney sighed. “Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean. I don’t understand why he needs you for this trip.” “I’m his assistant,” Brandon reminded her. Britney huffed, skepticism clear in her eyes. “What will you be assisting him with during business negotiations at some fancy Italian mansion?” Brandon shrugged, trying to mask his own confusion since learning the trip details from Becky—that they would be staying at Aldo Massimo’s luxurious villa on one of Italy’s rare landscapes during the negotiations.