Bruno X Mariano Novels & Stories

“You're still a naive child. I can kill him and still get the city. I don't need you to give it to me.” “Mariella, we need to talk about this first,” Bruno insisted. He looked like he was panicking — which made no sense to me. “Bruno, it seems you decided not to go along with our little plan,” Vincenzo said. Everyone's eyes shifted to Bruno, whose face had turned white at this point.

Now it was Arthur's turn to snort. Mariano looked at me for a moment, his eyes softened. Kicking Zach one last time, he pushed him away, and told Arthur something in Italian, probably telling him to beat Zach up, then let him go. Thinking differently, he turned around again, staring at Zach slumped against the wall. Mariano reached inside his jacket and produced a small knife. Slowly, menacingly, he walked towards Zach. I closed my eyes. I don't know what he did, but I heard Zach scream. I stayed still, until I felt Mariano's hands on me. His tender touch on my skin. He cupped my face tenderly, and took my lips in a soft kiss. I kissed him back. The kiss was tender, loving, a soft sigh escap

Did they have Luigi? Ava couldn’t make heads nor tails of the situation, but she knew, in her heart of hearts, that something horrific had transpired. Bruno was a dangerous man, with dangerous ties. It was the reason her husband, Segio, had ended their long-time friendship. The men had been friends for over a decade when she and Sergio heard the rumors. Bruno was working for a mafia family, consorting in all sorts of criminal behaviour. Thankfully, Luigi had already divorced Giulia at that point, at least, she’d thought he had. He was tucked away in the United States, building his own winery, so he was safe.

“I promised things and made deals banking on your father’s support, that arrogant bastard. I put up with you for nothing, and you’re not even good as a broodmare. Give me the damn rejection or I’ll take it by force!” His blond hair bristled with the roar that made me squeeze my eyes shut. In the middle of all that pain, a broken, half-crazed laugh tore out of my throat. “So all those promises and sweet words were you craving Bianchi power...” This man never loved me. “If you already know, then don’t resist anymore,” he said as he straightened, going back to his seat and taking Marcella’s hand in a soft caress. “My mate has suffered enough, and it’s time she takes her rightful place,” he decl

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Helena asks nervously, pulling Marcelo's arm. "Finding you a suitor, sis," he responds with a smile. "Marcelo!" the lady seated next to him scolds, tugging at his shirt in vain. "Please, don't do this to your sister." "What's your name?" Marcelo asks. "Bruno." "Do you want to be someone's boyfriend for a 'happy birthday'?" Marcelo asks Bruno. "I accept." Bruno surprises everyone at the table with his response.

She was young and beautiful, and she had long, flowing hair. "Who are you?" Bruno asked. "I am Maria," the woman said. "I am De Mario's wife." She said pointing a gun at him. She's really scared as she can't steady her hands. Bruno looked at Maria, and he saw the pain in her eyes. And then he said, “Well well well.. this is getting quite interesting." "I'm sorry," Bruno said. "I didn't mean to hurt him. But your husband here has done a really really bad thing and my patience has been outrun."

"In that regard, I can't compare to your methods." "Watch your mouth!" Harriet's voice turned icy. "In front of your elders, who do you think you are, speaking so brazenly?" "I only distinguish between those I must protect and those I must guard against," Bruno said without backing down. "To the former, I show respect regardless of status. As for the latter--even if their position is exalted, they're someone people instinctively avoid." "You--" "Ms. Harriet," Bruno interrupted, pulling out his phone, "General Ferdinand has already agreed to my marriage with Rebecca. If you believe I have no right to stand here, I don't mind asking him to explain it to you personally--right now."

Marco is a violent man, and I’ve heard some horror stories, while Bruno is younger, a sweet guy for the most part, even though he may have a bit of a drug problem. That’s not unusual in his line of work, though, and he’s certainly got the money and support for rehab if he ever needs it. Marco may be more straight-edge, only partaking in a couple of drinks socially and never overdoing it, but his personality is a lot more cut-throat, and I think Elora deserves someone who looks at her the way that Bruno does. Not like he owns her, like Marco does, but like he just loves every move she makes. I wish I had that.

I looked at Dante who raised an amused eyebrow at us before Leonardo massaged my shoulder gently, squeezing it, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Alessandro!” Leonardo teased, and I laughed, shaking my head as he pretended to moan. He let my shoulders go and I looked at my mate who smiled, shaking his head at his beta. “We could hear your moans throughout the whole morning, not to mention last night, but you know…” “Oh, you are just jealous because you don’t have someone screaming your name…”