Csi: Miami Delko Novels & Stories

But James gave Delilah a quick peck on her cheek and muttered, "Beautiful!" he left after kissing. Once again, Delilah blushed hard for that. KIM'S MANSION, MIAMI James and Delilah left for Miami to attend Arjoona and Claire's wedding early in the morning. James served as the best man for his brother while their other friends were groomsmen.

I shook my head and turned away, avoiding his pleading gaze. I noticed his face fell, he was silent. I felt bad, he has been nice to me and I rejected his first request. I sighed. "Why not go with Rita, you think I don't know you've been stealing glances at her whenever we are together", I smirked raising an eyebrow looking at him. "What? Me?" Delvin scoffed, faking a surprise yet blushing. "Yes you, Mr silent crusher", I laughed teasing him. "I don't know what you're talking about kelsi' he looked away avoiding my gaze this time around.

Mia replied with her face lighting up a little Somewhere in Italy…. *Carl Gonzalez, You don’t know what is about to hit you and your precious wife Mia. i have to plan this very carefully so i wouldn’t get caught, till tomorrow but for now….Let’s destroy * Delilah thought in her mind Slowly a psychotic smirk took place on her innocent face

He chuckled and said, “I must have done something right for Selene to grant me a computer nerd like myself.” There was a sharp intake of breath from across the room and when we turned, Cookie was standing with her hand over her mouth. “What’s wrong Cookie are you alright?” Kendall asked. “She’s the Luna?” Cookie questioned with her eyes wide. “Yes, Lady Mia Delgato, Please meet Cicily Rose, Cookie of the Rip Claw Pack,” Kendall introduced. “My apologies Luna, if I had known it was you…” she said, offering her neck in submission. “Cookie, you needed to be taken care of, it doesn’t matter what my title will be. “Thank you Luna and congratulations Alpha, she's lovely inside and out,” Cookie rep

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

Valentino says smoothly, “head of the Las Vegas branch of the Camorra, and his Godson, Carnage. Don, this is my wife, Nooria Delucca.” Don Martinez turns, his dark eyes lighting with interest as they land on me. He offers a slight bow of his head. “Mrs. Delucca. A pleasure. I must say, your husband has excellent taste.” I incline my head politely, keeping my voice steady. “It’s an honor to meet you, Don Martinez.” Carnage – which I'm pretty sure is his nickname – snorts a laugh. “I'd never guess the infamous Valentino Delucca got married. I always swore you'll die single "