Baldacci Novelas e Histórias

Case stepped forward, his eyes shifting back and forth with hostility. My brothers were honest men who ran their pasta company. They worked long hours and made a quality product that had been in our family for generations. Even when the price of goods rose, they did their best to keep their product at the same price for customers. They made a handsome living from the enterprise, but at the cost of their blood, sweat, and tears. Honest men like them would have no idea who my captor was. They wouldn’t understand the true ramifications of the situation. “His name is Balto. I don’t know his last name.” Case’s entire body slackened noticeably, like that name meant something to him.

He didn't bow again, and he didn’t even greet me as he looked away and chose to stare at the window instead. The second one was shorter, with thick biceps and a neck tattoo that wrapped around his throat. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, but he didn't speak either as he gave me a curt nod. But the third man stepped forward and extended his hand, and he gave me the closest thing to a smile I'd seen all day. "Tony Baldacci," he said. "I was Enzo's right hand. And it's an honor to meet you, signorina." I shook his hand firmly, not missing the way the other two scoffed under their breath.

she asked, her eyes searching for answers in his. "My name is Alessandro," he replied, smiling as he extended his hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you." “why did you save me? Who are those people?” she asked, ignoring his hand. Alessandro picked up her cup of coffee and handed it to her, his eyes encouraging her to take a sip. “you mean Antonio and that toothless consigliere?” He chuckled smoothly as he sipped his cup of coffee. “they are mafia” "Mafia?" Luciana spat out her coffee in shock, her eyes widening in horror as she realized she had spat on Alessandro.

Will she discover the truth in time to make the right choice, or will she become entangled in a web of deceit that could destroy them all? ‐------------------ Prologue Gianna Ammassari The evening felt like a dream—perfect, almost surreal. As I stepped out of the sleek black car, I caught my reflection in the glass doors and blushed at the sight. My emerald green Valentino dress hugged me in all the right places, making me feel like I belonged beside Nico Baldocchi—the leader of one of Sicily’s most powerful mafia families and soon to be my husband.

_Charlotte. It read. It was written in sharp red, a colour we got from Roberta’s blood. I watched as Alpha Vincenzo opened his eyes and the look in them put devils to shame. We had done it. We had kidnapped a demon's queen, and he was going to drag us to hell with him if it's the last thing he does.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

I stand up, taking my tray and the bag on my right shoulder. “Wait, I’m coming with you,” Blue interrupts, collecting herself up. My eyes aimlessly look around in order to ignore Dante because I know he is watching me and it is kind of creepy, you know! And then my eyes fell on him. Mr. Taylor — my brand new Accountancy Professor. He is glaring down at me, standing next to the counter. His body is leaning against it, his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his trousers. His dark eyes are emotionless but it makes me feel something so intense that I just shiver on my spot.

I got up, opened the door, and smiled as I saw a pretty girl with beautiful brown eyes, holding a tray with a plate filled with red velvet cake, decorated beautifully with red rose petals. "Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you. My name is Olivia Dannelly, Livie for short, I'm alpha Alarick's mate. Uhm… Alarick and Hunter are best friends from college. I wasn't sure if you knew.” my eyes widened in surprise, making my smile grow. So, Mr most eligible bachelor graduated college already? Lucky him. Ok, I know I'm being sour, I have a degree in business too, but… damn it, I so badly want my certification to become a teacher.

The intricate web of relationships and intrigues that had engulfed him appeared to be unwinding, revealing strands that led to fresh mysteries. Balmond's answer was cold, "I don't tolerate tardiness when it comes to payment, Balerick." Balerick exhaled loudly, a combination of irritation and careless contempt in his voice, "You know me too well, Balmond." "Very well, who's your target this time?" Balmond asked, his tone demanding a response.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.