Bruno X Abbacchio Novels & Stories

Bruno smirked faintly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I never said you had feelings for her, Don. But all this explaining…” He tilted his head. “Makes it hard not to think there’s more to it.” “There’s no more.” He let the silence stretch before he spoke again, tone more serious. “Listen, Don… after last night, I’ve been thinking about what Augusto said.” I raised a brow. “What did that fool say that has you thinking?” Bruno leaned back, arms crossed. “I have to say… Augusto is right. To seal the deal with Gianna Giovanni, you might need to consider getting married to her.”

He gave her a kiss and she sauntered out of the office while Bruno immediately dropped a document on the table. “A new competitor is coming to town boss” “What do you mean?” Nathan was not sure what he was trying to say. “Boss” Beverly rushed into the office with an expressionless look on her face, “I think we might have a problem” After that, she picked up the remote and switched on the television, there someone was having an interview on live television. “Who is that?” The big boss inquired. “I did a little research on him” Bruno began to speak up, “he is Xavier Weber, a former channel model in Luxembourg and now he is bringing the B-clothing brand into America”

Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy. So he is an Italian guy.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

“Jacob! Ughh! That’s it!! You’re so huge, Jacob!!” “Fuck you!! Ughh! So fucking good, baby girl!! You’re a whore!” I tried to reach for his lips but he would always shove his face, causing my lips to drop on his chiseled jaw. I licked him with all my strength, sucking his skin and drawing my mark on his jaw and neck. Jacob felt it and that drove him into madness. “Fuck shit! I’m cumming, baby girll! Ughh!” “I’m cumming as well! Ughh! Jacob!!”

Massimo's POV Markus left with that stupid victorious smile still stuck on his face, and the silence that followed him was loud enough to choke me. I stood there alone, one hand around my whiskey glass, swirling the amber liquid in slow circles. The ice clinked softly, mocking me. I stared at the smooth swirl like it held answers, like it could explain why the hell I—Massimo De Luca—had let a foolish, reckless girl stay in my home. It shouldn’t matter. It should not concern me if Pablo wanted her.

Nick exclaimed. I got off the island and ran to my room, I took out the file and checked Bruno’s family line. The Becker’s have a very long family line, they were in fact scattered around nations, countries and cities they were all strong personalities. Bruno just happened to be one of them. “I doubt he belongs to that blood line!, talk more of being the king of Doom!.” Nick told me as he munched on my cookies. I snatched it from him. I dialled Alexander’s number.

The soldier made a choked sound as he put the weighted down cart into gear. Cricket settled more of her weight against me, relaxing her upper body into mine. "So, what's your name?" she asked the driver. He flicked his eyes at me first. I nodded. He cleared his throat. "Amato Amatucci." Cricket turned back to look at me. "How many of you are there?" The driver bit his lip, focused on the tunnel. "Amatuccis are everywhere. Amato's father is one of Papa's younger brothers."

I know my mother said not to worry, but I can’t help but worry when it comes to them. Scanning for my name in the fixtures, I eventually find it and grit my teeth…only for my heart to completely drop to my knees when I see who I’m up against in three weeks’ time. “Guess you do have a death wish, sweet cherry,” one of the guys from the locker room taunts and I can do nothing but stare at the fixtures in front of me. Cherie Argento v Creed Volkov. **BEFORE YOU READ FURTHER, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ VIKTOR: A BRATVA WOLVES NOVELLA**

********* Twenty minutes later,Bruno drove to the nearest hospital. The moment he watched Luca get down from the car, Bruno tangled his face. Should he laugh? Or should he sympathize? Luca’s handsome and incomparable face in the past was now covered with red spots, and his mouth was swollen like a sausage! Bruno glanced at him and really could not hold back his laughter. "Bruno,you're too unkind, I'm like this and you're still laughing?" Luca was aggrieved in her heart. What has he done to deserve this? He was in such a bad shape!