Corrupted A Rosato & Dinunzio Novel Novels & Stories

Combined with the matching case from the lower depot, her possessive greed had driven her straight into the pit without a second thought. “I... I simply failed to note the scent of the bone-work. It was an innocent error, Brooke,” Rosa stammered, her voice rising into a shrill, defensive register as she attempted to lie her way out of the clearing. My wolf refused to allow her room to slide away, my voice cutting through her excuses like an iron axe. “Then detail the mechanics for the room, Rosa: how does an innocent error allow a foreign assistant’s print to instantly dissolve the private security encryption of a Lawson daughter?”

Ten years after the wedding, Luca got a phone call that changed everything. "Mr. Romano-Salvatore? This is Detective Caruso from Rome police. We need you to come to the station. It's about Alessandro Ricci." Luca's blood went cold. Ricci had died at the warehouse. He'd bled out before the ambulances arrived. "What about him?" Luca asked. "Just come to the station. Please." Dante drove him. At the station, Detective Caruso led them to an interrogation room where a woman sat—mid-thirties, nervous, holding a folder.

“And you’re mine, Moretti.” Their tender moment was a spark, their vow to protect their love a pulse that steadied them. But Rosa’s trace—foreign funds, a global network—deepened the mysterious figure’s threat, a shadow tied to Lorenzo’s betrayal, a seed for the truth about Gianna’s mother’s death. The city watched, its breath held, their empire a fortress, but the storm was growing.

The conversation between Rosie and Anya took a different turn. In the audio, Anya tried to talk Rosie out of hurting Corinne and saying things like she had forgiven her for stealing Jeremy. Rosie, however, persistently cursed Corinne and said she deserved to die. Toward the end of the last call, Rosie even described how she found the outlaw willing to run over Corinne for some kind of payment before begging Anya to come to the hospital to save her.

The Walls Close In The sudden, deliberate footsteps echoing in the corridor had sent a chilling jolt through Violet and Gianni, shattering the fragile bubble of their clandestine meeting. The elder capo’s desperate plea for the full truth, his profound revelation of Aurora’s suspected involvement in Don Romano’s death, had cemented Violet’s resolve. Her father’s intricate gambit, his daring plan to dismantle powerful empires from within, now burned with a fiercer urgency, even as the walls of her gilded cage seemed to close in with terrifying finality.

Her father repeated once again before he fell asleep. That was not really what made her cry. The fact that she had to cling onto those rich proud men that only thought of money. The way she got her money, either drugging or extorting the men. She was glad none of them had come back for her. The one that got to her most was a tall burly Italian. He always looked dangerous and she was always scared when they were alone, but he was stinking rich that he didn’t know what to do with his money. Alfonso De Rosa. There was no way she could forget him. She ended it because she felt there was more coming from it and she didn’t want all that. She had already deceived him and she didn't want to have a r

He turned his head to see a drunken old man hobbling past him, he laughed at the man's antics, before his face fell. He smacked his forehead as something dawned on him, "The dinner!" he yelled within his mind as he recalled the dinner he agreed to attended with Mr Hua. Looking around frantically, he bit his lip, panic filled him causing his fingers to shake. The name of the restaurant evaded his mind, he checked his watch and was on the verge of having a stroke, he was ten minutes late. He took off running, trying to dive past the people walking their dogs and dived across the street. A bright white light caught the corner of his eye as breaks screeched and a woman screamed.

betrayed him, raking over her body hungry, lingering on the shadow between her thighs where the towel barely hid her. She saw his cock jump, another bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. She stepped closer, close enough to smell his scotch breath mixed with his cologne, masculine and heady. The kitchen island separated them still, but not for long. "You were thinking about me, weren't you?" Her voice came out husky, fingers tugging the towel knot loose on purpose. It fell open slow, revealing her naked body fully, tits heavy and nipples hard peaks, flat stomach leading to the neat trim above her puffy pussy lips. She let it drop to the floor, standing bare before him, skin still damp from

He looked at Dante as he added, “Ms. Rosa is my wife’s attorney. Soon-to-be ex-wife, actually.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Sharp. Warning. Dante, blissfully unaware, looked relieved. “Perfect! No introductions needed. What a small world.” Too small. Way too damn small. I sipped my mojito, pretending my heart wasn’t trying to outrun a freight train. “The world’s too small for someone with an ego the size of Mr. Romano’s,” I said lightly. Dante laughed, thinking it was a joke. “God, you’re still razor-sharp, Di.”

His dark eyes study me mockingly, looking down at me from his height. “I was just looking for the restroom,” I whisper. His almost sinister smile makes me fidget, and he nods before looking over my shoulder. I follow his gaze to find Salvatore adjusting his pants. When he notices the two of us, he throws us a deadly look. “I told you so,” Renzo says in a low voice before turning around and leaving me alone with my brand-new husband who, from what I see, can’t keep his pants up. Do I care? Not even close, but I am a proud woman, and I will not allow the Rossetti name to be dragged through the mud by this man.