Cantarella Kaito Novels & Stories

He rumbled, and I swear a lone tear drizzled right into my panties. I cleared my throat before breaking the bewitching gaze, then turned to focus on the man who was with him. The man watched me with so much fascination, like I was something new and he couldn’t wait to get to know me. “This is Kaito Nakamura, one of my trusted men and head of security of Cosa Nostra.” Alejandro took the liberty to introduce the man. I politely thrusted my hand his way for a handshake, but the man laughed it off casually.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

It was built on favors, debts, and the understanding that when one of them called, the other listened. Enzo owed him one. Kane intended to collect. He pressed the call button. The phone rang twice. "Shawn." Enzo's deep voice came through. "Enzo."

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

Kenneth takes out his wallet, holding his credit card, and takes it to Kita. Kita glances in his direction again, as her eyes and lips smile while responding. "Sounds fine to me, babe; you'll be my, first; you're directors." Kita teasingly runs her hips from side to side to the beat of (Orgel – the band members' song) as she advances toward him. Kenneth's eyes paid rapped attention to the gentle movement of her hips and her toned, shapely legs as she carried two tall Daiquiris glasses in her hands.

"Oh my God! Our Kento is in loooooov-" Aito quickly smacked Kaito with a pillow. "Hey keep it down! He'll hear you!" Kaito snorted. "I doubt it. He must be up there having a romantic phone call with his boo. Well, this is expected. I was wondering when he'll get a partner. Turns out he has an old flame. I wonder how they got together. Maybe they were high school sweethearts." Aito sighed. So much for trying to pretend he didn't see anything. Well, in his defence, it was too much of a shock to keep to himself.

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

I hear my mate begging, calling someone else’s name, as she grabs my hand at her throat. “Please… come back to me….” I peer up at her, her face twisted in agony, and I know that if I didn’t devour her now, she would look agonised like this forever. So I raise my arm, listening for her heartbeat and aiming my fist at her solar plexus… “Please…” A soft hand touches my face, and I smell the scent of Spring rain on Russian soil. “Come… come back to me… Kai…” I know that voice… It’s Caterina. But… Why did it sound like she was in pain? Why…? Who has hurt her? I will kill them!

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.