Corrupted A Rosato & Dinunzio Novel Novels & Stories

Breakable. The heat of her touch still burned on my skin, but an uncontrollable fear clawed even higher… losing her, losing everything. I waited only minutes before slipping behind the wheel, the engine purring as I pulled out. Leo Santoro didn’t have the balls to murder two capos in one night. He’d had orders, incentive, and protection. And if Marcus’s plans involved using Rosa as bait, he’d signed his death warrant the moment she’d walked into my office for the first time.

“I know I’m acting weird. Don’t mention this to anyone, but it’s because Don Alessandro’s getting suspicious of you.” “Of me?” Rocco asked, serious, but with a note of surprise. At least he was keeping it convincing. “Yeah, Visconti… you know that little shit?” Domenico continued, clear disgust in his voice. “He’s been pushing Alessandro that you had something to do with Diana’s disappearance. That you and her…” He paused, like he didn’t believe what he was about to say. “…that you ran off together and had been screwing around for a while.”

She invited Luciana back to the estate in Brooklyn one night just like old times, she said; wine, laughter, a meal like they used to have back when they didn’t wear diamonds to dinner and carry secrets sharper than steak knives. Luciana came of course she did, loyalty was a sickness she never shook off but something in her had shifted, her laugh didn’t ring like it used to, her smile held something bitter under it and when Rosalie turned her back to fetch the glasses, Luciana—sweet soft spoken Luciana slipped a few drops of something she’d gotten from a contact in Chicago into the bottle It was meant to stop a heart, quiet, no mess. Rosalie wasn’t stupid, she’d been raised by wolves and marr

Hearing my footsteps everyone turned to me, “Venessa… meet Julianna Mitchell, she’s one of Nikolai’s… friend, she live with us,” Flora introduced me to her, Venessa smiled at me. She looked quite young and she had a beautiful smile. Friend huh! My subconscious mocked. “Hello,” she greeted, “Julianna…Meet Venessa Francisco, she’s Lorenzo’s wife,” Flora introduced, Italians? I was confused. “Hi, nice to meet you,” I smiled back, my eyes moved to the baby girl beside her and I couldn't stop myself from moving towards her.

Spit practically flew into his face as they shouted. In the past 24 hours, the Rossi family had lost the core territory they'd spent three years building. I walked over and sat down beside the Don. An Abate family associate pulled out a chair for me. Don Rossi threw the stack of papers at Vincenzo's feet. "Every line of revision on these pages was written by Grazia's own hand, you fraud." The Don's voice was low and carried a bone-chilling menace. Vincenzo stared at the papers on the ground, his throat too dry to make a sound.

Her green eyes gave him a cold look, and she placed money for the drinks on the counter. The smell of powder suddenly became heavy. A prostitute threw herself into Dana's arms. He embraced her, and while the woman fawned wantonly, using her ample figure as cover, Dana's hand moved. A pinch of powder fell into the half-finished drink on the counter, dissolving instantly without a trace. Lin Yilan put on her cap and was about to leave when Dana pushed the prostitute aside and called out to her, raising his glass. "Sorry, I apologize. I went too far. I won't provoke you again."

he asked. I shook my head and looked around the hall. With a low groan, Bella said, “Well, she’s probably back in her room. She saw him.” She pointed at the tall man standing in the corner of the room beside Danilo Romano, his features sharp and attire well-polished. “Terenzio De Vitto,” I whispered. The man Dom had chosen for Ros. The underboss of Washington. His height was taller than Danilo, and his spine was straighter with pride. Ros knew he would come, and she had promised to prepare herself for it. It certainly hadn’t included her hiding in her room.

Valentino joined us at the table, giving Valentino a smug smile. “I didn’t imagine the president of the Sabatini International would do stuff like this,” he narrowed his eyes at the barbecue station as Valentino chuckled. “I found out Rose enjoys a particular part of the meat. So I took it upon myself to make it for her,” Valentino replied with a cocky smile, and it looked like Vicente’s smile began to fade, leaving me completely helpless.

THE ATTACK Rosalia's POV ""How dare he cheat on me," I muttered loudly in the back seat of the car as Lorenzo navigated through the city. "Miss Rosalia, please calm down." Lorenzo tries to calm me down, but I remain adamant on calling the wedding off. "Lorenzo, he was fucking fucking his skinny secretary when I entered, and you tell me to calm down." I stressed every word that came out of my mouth, as it became so difficult for me to forget the scene I witnessed a few hours back.

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.