Romans & histoires Bruno Bucciarati

In Italy, in a tall glass and chrome building which is intimidating and stunning to look at, a man was sitting with his attention fixed on the laptop screen he was looking at. His fingers were flying on the key pad, making a clicking sound. He is tall, with bulky muscles and handsome in a cave man kind of a way. Despite wearing a well tailored suit, he doesn't look polished like others. There is an edge in his personality, and with his huge frame, one can expect brute force from the man. It's none other than Kairo Bianche.

what are you two doing here I mean this place is nothing office related" He asked Bruno with a mocking grin But Bruno simply ignored him Just then stacy screamed in high pitch tone "Oh my!!!,I knew it" We all turned to her confused "I said it ,you looked like someone,you are .. Bruno Hathaway,the young billionaire and heart stealer,my favorite fashion idol,oh my!!!,I am following you on all social media platforms,I love you Soo much ,am a huuuuge fan,oh my gosh!!" "Can you lower your voice please"Andre snapped angrily at her

That damn harpy had made them all suffer. The brothers had been very close since childhood until Bruno left for Italy to pursue a master's degree in bioclimatic architecture. Dante stayed in New York to finish his own architecture degree. Their father, Rene Leone, was a famous architect recognized in the country. Bruno decided to use his mother's last name, Vitelli, as he wanted to make his own way. Dante, on the other hand, used his father's last name, knowing it would open doors for him in the world of architecture.

I turned to see a guy had walked up to Luca. "Hey Luca! How's it going? It's me, Bruno," said a large man covered in ugly tattoos. He was wearing a sweaty tank top and had a terrible smell, maybe I was exaggerating it a bit. Luca stared at the guy, his expression calm and emotionless. It was clear he wasn't fond of him. "Hello, Bruno," he said. I took a sip of my wine, trying to ignore how his smooth voice affected me. "What have you been up to, buddy? " Bruno asked Luca. "Nothing much," he replied, sounding uninterested.

"You are?" "Bruno. Bruno Santini." He hesitated. "I work for—" "The Carusos. I know." She capped her bottle. "Interesting coincidence, running into you here." "Is it a coincidence?" "Does it matter?" She met his eyes directly. "I'm not here to cause trouble, Bruno. Just getting a workout in before a long day of meetings." Something flickered across his face—suspicion mixed with curiosity. "Right. Well, I should—"

Wearing my Gucci watch and picking up the clutch I was ready on time. Just then the cellphone rang and I was impressed that he was here on time. I picked the phone and said, “just a minute, I am coming” and the call. I walked downstairs and told the dad that I suddenly had plans for tonight dinner with James Russo. He was more than happy and instead of saying ‘ take of your self.” He said, “ Don’t mess up the things.” I was furious but decided to ignore and quickly headed outside. The beautiful Ferrari stood outside the mansion and I was so in awe after seeing the car.

_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.

And disappointed. Maximus Vanucci was the CEO and owner of Bellavanti, the global fashion brand. He has fucking featured in numerous prestigious magazines over the years, ranked #1 in Forbes 30 under 30 list and was also named the ‘Most Eligible Bachelor In UK’ for four consecutive years straight. And that was just the icing on his qualifications, experience, awards and those goddamn good looks.

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

Bruno's voice interrupted my flow of thoughts. I turned around and met his cheerful gaze. "Your wicked boss? Yes I have been starring at him for a while. He is so arrogant and annoying, he thinks approaching me with a smile will get me to forget everything he did, I will teach him a lesson" I furiously said to Bruno whilst fixing my gaze on Stefano. "You want to teach boss a lesson? How do you intend to do that to a powerful man like him" Massimo chimed in as he shared a chuckle with Bruno.