Novel & Cerita Camilo X Bruno Fanart

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

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Marco »»»◈««« I let out a thick puff of smoke as I watched one of the Bruno soldiers running with his tail between his legs. A few moments ago, I forced his boss's cock into his mouth as he sat there and cried like a little bitch. And now he was on his way with a chopped-up cock of Santino to get the message to his brother.

“This one’s almost done. The big one, Bruno, he’ll crush the kid. No one bets on the skinny bastard.” I leaned forward, eyes narrowing as I studied the young fighter’s footwork, quick and precise. “You’re wrong, caro,” I said, voice sharp. “The kid’s got fight in him. He’ll win.” Henri laughed, shaking his head. “You’re dreaming, Catalina. Bruno’s a machine.” Dante’s low chuckle rumbled beside me, his hand squeezing my thigh. “Care to bet, Henri?” Below, the fight turned brutal. Bruno charged, a bellowing bull, slamming a fist into the kid’s ribs, sending him staggering into the cage.

But I know who it is before I even open it. Nice try, brother. You'll have to do better than fireworks. Next time you miss, I won't. My pulse spikes. Riccardo leans over my shoulder. “He did NOT—” “He did,” I mutter. Then another message comes in. A photo. Camillo sitting on the hood of a burnt-out wreck, shirt torn, stomach wrapped with bandage, blood on his temple, cigarette in hand, smirking like he's posing for the cover of some magazine tagged Death Doesn't Want Me. He doesn’t look good and looks badly injured but he’s still flaunting it,

" Cleopatra . " I knew this was coming because Bruno was pro Massa and Anti Luca . In my defense I was half and half so he couldn't take me however he could also not attack and territory that wasn't his so he came to the house in his capacity as a cop and not my friend because I've been friends with him for a very long time as long as I've known Michelangelo I've been friends with Bruno and he is an affable guy so it confuses me that he's working with a man that I really don't like.

“Camden says it’s dangerous to keep moving around. He says Marco must be on the road.” “Yeah, I guess so,” Elora says, sounding like she’s pouting a little. “Don’t worry. Dante’s working on catching Marco and he’ll be dead in no time.” I blink, a little taken aback. “You want Marco to be killed?” “Of course I do. Bruno was the one I really loved, you know? He really cared about me. Marco just saw me as a possession.” Her voice shakes a little. “I don’t know if I’ll ever love someone the way I loved Bruno.”

Romano said carefully. Not a warning. Not a suggestion. Just fact. Bruno’s eyes flicked up briefly. Then back down. “Of course they will,” he replied. A faint smirk touched his lips. But it carried no humor. “Nothing brings them together like pretending they’re not waiting to betray each other.” He straightened. Slowly. His hand reached for the card again. Picked it up. Flattened it slightly against his palm. Then— Without warning— He crushed it.

Bruno forced a polite smile at Kai who had been gushing over him since he walked in, feeling a rush of discomfort as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks, uh... who are you?" "Kai! I'm Kai,the make up artist!" the makeup artist chirped. "And I'm here to work my magic on you today! I can't wait to see how amazing you'll look!" "Right, Kai," Bruno replied, trying to maintain a friendly tone despite his unease. He glanced at Jessie, silently pleading for support. "Looks like Kai's a fanboy. He is, you know... he likes what he likes," Jessie winked.

“You should know more than anyone that I wouldn’t do anything that would harm the pack, Arturo. Therefore, I do believe that you should be aware that if anything is done by me, then it would be to help you somehow. The point of me being your beta is you trusting that.” His words were like a slap in the face, I had to admit that much. And the fact that I knew that he was right was a completely different case that I should have been aware of blindly. The man and I were brothers by choice and not blood. The two of us grew up together and though his father was not originally a de’ Medici, he was given the last name like most of the family members as they showed their brotherhood by blood. “You a