Camilo X Mariano Novels & Stories

Joshua wanted to know, but was a little lost. "Your girlfriend is judging me just because I got back together with Mariano!" I told her accusingly. "Who is Mariano?" He asked. "Me." Mariano extended his hand to him. "Mariano Diaz, nice to meet you." Joshua was reaching out his hand to shake Mariano's hand in greeting, but Cassie stopped him by grabbing Joshua's hand before he touched Mariano's hand. "No, don't touch him. He might infect you with all his dumbness!"

Carmelo turned towards me, his face etched with a mixture of exhaustion and apology. "My sincerest apologies, Volkov," he rasped. "Seems I didn't understand the situation. Have a nice night. It won't happen again... Expect a real token of my apologies. Perhaps something for your new Mrs. Congrats." He gestured towards his men. "Let's go." They shuffled away, leaving Marco's body on the ground. The silence that descended was heavy. When they were gone, I turned back towards the car. Mia was staring out of the car. She'd probably seen everything. She was probably in shock.

"My brother is so good; he suffered so much with the loss of his mother. My father said he thought she would welcome him as a son, but it wasn't like that." "And is it different with Juliano?" "Juliano has all her love and affection. He's a difficult person, he thinks he owns the world, he mistreats people. He and Camilo hate each other. And he and I don't get along either." He was always beating me and then pretending to be a saint. Camilo left home when he turned eighteen, and I did the same. College was my excuse. – Manu spoke with great sadness in her voice. - And your father?

Margarita replied, scared. "No, sir, seriously, I saw them with these eyes kissing,” said Maria. I remained static, but seconds later I could only clear my throat, so they got scared and continued talking about other types of topics. "Sir, can I leave? I feel a little unwell” said Camilo, and the truth was that he was so pale that it seemed that at any moment he was going to faint. “Aren't you going to eat something, man?" I asked him, surprised.

All we need is someone to share the sadness with, and the happiness ricochets from there. I hoped to hell and back that Emilio would find someone to love him, and Nico, a good mother. Mariano came back a while later, looked between the two of us, and nodded as if understanding everything, then laughed at Emilio's cupcakes, and kissed me thoroughly before the three of us feasted on the baked goodness. "So you bonded with Emilio?" Mariano asked as we slipped into bed. "Yes. It's platonic, I assure you." He chuckled before kissing me chastely. "I trust you, Bella."

Maximo pacified. “Argh!” I groaned, moving away from him. “Who are you?” Emiliano questioned. “Isn’t that a dumb question?” Mariano retaliated and Emiliano punched him in the face. He spilled blood from his mouth. “Answer me!” Emiliano demanded angrily. “I am your flesh and blood, Emiliano,” Mariano declared and chuckled. “Is the resemblance not great evidence?” “How come I never knew you?” Emiliano asked, taking a step back from him.

The Famiglia Capo looked like he wanted to crush Cosimo’s throat, and I knew he could have done it. Cosimo was one of the most vicious fighters, brutal to the very core, but a fight with Phoenix would probably kill them both. Even Simone and I couldn’t prevent that, not with Warren and Romero and the snipers. Cosimo’s face turned red, but he kept talking. “Manuele Villondo is our enemy, and I’m going to

A stunning woman maybe a decade older than me with long, cornsilk-blonde hair looks around the backyard. “Oh my god,” Nicky whispers. “I didn’t think she’d come.” “She’s got some coglioni.” Val snickers. “Who is that?” I ask, watching her float through the backyard, talking to this group and that. Everyone seems to light up at her arrival. “Camila Donato.” Nicky smiles conspiratorially. “The widow Marco, one of Enzo’s capos.” It takes me a second to connect the name “Enzo” with Dante’s father, partially because Camila looks more like she’s Dante’s age than his dad’s.

"Who is this new guy?" Karla grins happily. "Marcelo." "Aren't you tired of Latinos?" I chuckle. "Bitch," she scoffs. "This is the interesting part. Marcelo is Mario's younger brother and can you believe that... Once upon a night, he found us fucking passionately in his living room at midnight. I bet Mario now wants me back so badly... God! I love my life." I laugh so hard. "And what did Mario do after catching you two rabbits?"

Most times it never got to end well cause there were a lot of casualties from both business rivals. Spilling of blood was inevitable, and this was the major reason I was fucking going. Liam and Max wouldn't be able to face the heat alone. They were no match for the head of the Morano family. I was the only one who could go toe to toe with the fucking bastard. And I would make sure to rip off his stupid heart before I can return. I pushed up from my position, and made my way out to my bedroom. With how calm the mansion was, everyone must have fucking left.