Damiano David Giorgia Soleri Novels & Stories

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Grainy, shadowed, the face obscured. Damien tapped it with a finger. “You’re my favorite,” he murmured. “The ghost that set the world on fire.” He moved to another photograph—Maria standing beside Ancelotti at an old gala, both of them unaware of the camera. Her eyes bright, fierce. His heavy with calculation. “You’re no good to him wounded,” Damien whispered. “And he’s no good to you alive.” He chuckled softly. “I should thank him. His paranoia is the best weapon I have.”

Alaria will be my final victory. The bullet that will strike him so hard that he will find it hard to breathe… Claire’s smirk returned, though it was thinner this time, touched with unease. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Darius. Liam is many things, but he is no fool, and catching him out in the open is not going to be easy.” “Good,” I said, raising my glass. “Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.”

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_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

The sounds were loud wet squelches as he finger-fucked her, greedy sucking on her clit, his groans vibrating against her. Elena’s legs shook. She fisted his hair tighter, trying to push him away even as she ground her pussy against his face. “You’re such an asshole,” she moaned, voice breaking. “I hate how good this feels. I hate you!” Damon chuckled against her cunt, the vibration making her cry out. “Hate me all you want, Elena. But this greedy little hole is creaming all over my tongue. Look at you, my proper assistant grinding on her boss’s face like a desperate whore.”

Damian was fast, but Luciano was pure, unrelenting fury. It ended with Luciano’s hand at Damian’s throat, pressing him hard into the marble. “Touch her again,” he said, voice almost calm, “and I’ll carve the serpent from your skin.” Damian’s lips curled, even as his face turned red. “This isn’t over.” Luciano didn’t blink. “It is for you.” One twist, one sickening crack—and Damian Carrera’s body hit the floor. ⸻ Luciano turned to Aria, chest heaving. His hands found her face, rough and desperate. “Are you hurt?”

“ You are scared ? “ said Antonio with the word disbelief , clearly written all over his face . “ Very scared ! “ said Damian nodding his head with a serious expression . ‘ He…..Scared ?……..He was clearly enjoying the whole fight and the knives that were directed at him . Who is he trying to fool with that handsome face of his ?!……How can anyone feel amused at such a moment where their life is clearly at risk . My boss is a handsed . ‘ thought Antonio with a speechless expression . “ Just for you information , I do not enjoy being attacked . The only reason I enjoy such dangerous situations is because I have new targets to torture for my amusement . “ said Damian with a dangerous look in his

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

Valerie didn’t say a word, and Aurora frowned in confusion before my eyes met the D’Angelo’s. “One thing the two of us are going to be getting straight, Dante D’Angelo, and I do not intend to repeat myself twice about this.” I said, and the man raised an eyebrow. Dean, Arianna, Nicholas, and Eva stood close, and my eyes met the Russian’s who smirked, and I knew that it was because he appreciated the fact that I did not leave anyone to hurt Valerie. “And that is, Alessandro?” He asked, shaking his head.