Call Bianca Novels & Stories

A moment later, Bianca—Dante’s sister—flashes me a fake little finger wave, then turns back to the group and starts speaking in rapid Italian. “Non la sopporto. Cazzo cercatore d'oro. Ovviamente sta affondando i suoi artigli in Dante. Sarà il prossimo capo della famiglia. Sta solo cercando un buono pasto. Scommetto che è incinta. Sembra qualcosa che farebbe uno skank come lei.” (I can’t stand her. Fucking gold digger. Of course she’s digging her claws into Dante. He’s going to be the next head of the family. She’s just looking for a meal ticket. I bet she’s pregnant. Seems like something a skank like her would do.)

There was an awkward silence between them until the kids got on it once more. Kiara tugged his shirt with a pout "Uncle, we won't be having milkshakes today because you helped our mummy" Bianca frowned, when did shey turn into a 'mummy'? She flashed an awkward smile to the guy who was now staring at her weirdly.. "Umm hi again, I'm Charles Gray" Bianca accepted his hand with a smile "Bianca Greg" Her mind did a quick replay to his last name, he couldn't be from the Gray's right?

I answer absentmindedly as I stare at Bianca. Bianca's last name is Haines. Bianca Haines. And how the hell did she know Anna's full name is Gianna? I never told Bianca her real name. I actually called her Anna and not Gianna. And when she called Anna by her real name twice today, I didn't know what to think anymore.

muttered Harso to Bianca. "You owe me a dinner," whispered Bianca with a nosy smile, "after you treat Kalyana." ***

Sarah said, “supposing Jude Rhodes comes and he denied knowing me” Bianca Inquired, “I will handle that area,” Sarah said, “Okay,” Bianca said, “What Is your name?“ Sarah asked, “Tricia Brown” Bianca retorted, “let me call Mrs Hannah. Rhodes,” Sarah said, “and If she comes, please, don't talk too much because she knows how to finger people's brains” Sarah explained, and she called Mrs. Rhodes, “hello Sarah” Mrs. Rhodes responded,

She hadn't stopped since he walked in. "So," she said, her voice cutting through the silence. "This is the detective." Vincenzo's hand was on the table, close to Alex's but not touching. "This is Alex." "Alex." She said the name like she was tasting it. "Not Detective Marchetti. Not anymore." Alex met her eyes. "No. Not anymore." A flicker of something crossed her face. Approval, maybe. Or amusement. It was hard to tell. "I'm Bianca," she said. "Vincenzo's sister. The one who actually runs things, despite what he tells you."

I shrugged. "Hey I've heard that Bianca will be coming back from her mission today." Blake said before Arabella could reply to whatever I told her. "Who's Bianca?" I was curious. "Bianca Rossi." Antonio replied, "She's our best assassin. She was sent on a mission and now she's back. You'll probably meet her at the main house when we go. Here's an advice; stay away from her. She says that she's The Deadly. You know who that is right?"

he murmured, almost like admiration. “No,” Bianca said flatly. “I break before I bend.” Matteo laughed once, low and rough, the sound almost like pain. He gathered the passports and tucked them away. “Then we don’t bend. We erase them instead.” From that night forward, Black Veil became Bianca’s burden as much as his. She sat with Luca in candlelit rooms, shredding paper trails, memorizing safe codes, tracing money across borders. She learned which banks could be bribed, which servers could be hacked, and which names would vanish if enough zeros appeared in the right account.

Bianca spat. The crowd screamed. I couldn’t breathe. She stood tall, red silk gleaming, eyes alight like flames. At that moment, I realized something. Bianca wasn’t just a woman. She was the Mafia. The She-Mafia. And fuck… she made my blood burn.

Elowen opened her mouth in shock but was interrupted by the sudden collapse of the patient, a young woman who had been speaking with a old lady - nurse. The moment she hit the floor, her presence drew every gaze. The nurse called for aid, and when the woman stirred, her voice was soft yet firm. "i am bianca," she said. The name settled over the room like a chill. An old woman tending to her looked sharply and more closer to her. "Bianca? You… you were once close to Luca Morano, weren't you?" Bianca's lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes were glassy. "Yes," she whispered. "Luca Morano. Brother to Donato Morano."