Novel & Cerita Bruno X Mariano

Mark snapped over the phone as he had not expected Damian to easily sign over the entire T-Group to his younger brother. "Don't make this harder than it already is. What's so difficult about getting married to Maria Milian? She is beautiful, a graduate, a medical practitioner, and will assist the entire group," Mr. Mark explained over the call as Damian listened with rapt attention while still seated in his home office chair. "Is that all you have to say to me, Father?" he finally asked, his voice colder than his dad's.

Aranjo said in her heart. General Ming Hao is a married man with two children. Being a man who is loyal to and respectful of existing norms,However, all of that no longer applies when dealing with this woman, Aranjo. Desire overpowers common sense, he wants to own the woman completely. Aranjo hugged the man's neck and returned the kiss hotly. As General Ming Hao lifted Aranjo's body, Aranjo hooked his legs around the man's waist.

“I’d rather you keep it… for your side.” There was a pause. A long one. And in it, a tremor. Then Icarus let out a slow, breathless chuckle. “This time, you’ll need it the most. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” They stepped closer. Their hands met in a handshake that felt more like the drumbeat of war. Her breath caught again. And then their gazes locked with each other. "Let’s decide," Luciano declared, “the fate—” And then—

“You’re just as brash as I remember.” “What is she talking about?” Renata asked, finally calmer than earlier. “A toast.” Giovanni held his glass up. “To Giuliano. I hope you live out the rest of your years in the paradise you’ve so yearned for. Thank you for being a trusted and loving brother all these years. To Giuliano.” “To Giuliano,” Domenico and I spoke before taking a drink. “Who is becoming the underboss?” Antonio asked, finally listening to the words being spoken.

“I think that it would suit him well. A strong name, and it would be one that carries his strength as a leader.” Marcel looked at me. “Leonardo,” he repeated. “Strong,” I whispered. “But thoughtful. A leader who listens before he commands.” Marcel’s jaw tightened slightly, but not in anger. In understanding. “Leonardo,” he agreed, his voice low. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to our son’s forehead. “Leonardo,” he repeated again, like sealing it. “Welcome to the world, little wolf.” Then Aria handed him the second bundle.

kino and xiana smiled at what the man said. "The love of a man and a woman that we can now call marriage, You Kino Sancho and Yna Drixity are here for your wedding, we know that you both find that you can work together until you find each other and show love and become one because you love each other" the guy smiled at them and so did everyone else

— Bruno said, confused. —I think you are not very well informed, so I repeat it to make things clear between us, Hannia is my mate, mine; so keep your distance from what is mine Bruno, you are not fooling me with your good friend act, you have been warned,— I said furious, and I let him go. —Ya Maximo, relax, come on, let's have a drunk brother,— said Xander trying to calm down the situation. —We'll see about that,—Bruno answered.

He said softly and they moved on. Lion smiled at her and she smiled back and hurried after Anthonio. They got to a door and he pushed it open and gestured for her to get in. Bruno and Mouse were discussing but stood up abruptly when they saw Marley. Mouse stared at Anthonio. “Neils, this is Bruno, my manager, and Mouse, my right-hand man.” Marley studied their face and decided Bruno appeared to be the friendlier of the two. Anthonio ignored Mouse’s questioning eyes and took Marley outside.

Ted located Bruno Maranzano a few hours later. In Theodore Cyneric’s world, no one was untraceable. He hadn’t lived as a Hunter for centuries without being able to track down his enemies. Bruno was a young boy, trailing the little breadcrumbs that led to him was not difficult. The door of a small seedy motel opened and young Bruno Maranzano, dark-haired and fiercely handsome, walked out of the lobby with the lapels of his shirt drawn up to hide the bottom half of his face. Clutched in his left hand was a black briefcase.

I smiled. He crossed his legs, this time not on the coffee table. "Why? Yes, I did." Cocky bastard. I opened my mouth to swear at him but was stopped by a distinct accented voice. "È molto tempo che non ci vediamo Alessia (Long time no see Alessia)" Mariano said as he entered the booth. I shook my head while smiling. Mariano owned the Santa Maria. He was a tall well built man. His muscles were exaggerated by his tight T-shirt and leather jacket. His head was full of neatly tousled jet black hair. His face was sharp and defined with light stubble.