Damiano David Giorgia Soleri Novels & Stories

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

Thea stood back as Damiano embraced her warmly and then introduced her to his son. “Mamma,” he said, turning to Thea, and drawing her all the way forward, “this is Thea, my wife. ‘Amore mio’ (My love), this is Giorgiana Chiaramonte, my mother.” Up close, she could see that Giorgiana wasn’t quite as young as Thea had first thought, but she wasn’t a woman in her late fifties. Maybe the woman traded her soul for eternal youth, because Giorgiana could have easily passed for Damiano’s sister.

Damian called him and he turned towards damian, he smiled at damian which damian returned and they hugged. Rose looked at their reunion and understood they are close. She observed Massimo and even if he was smiling his aura was still screaming dominance and danger, his amber eyes were reflecting the darkness of his soul. Anyone could tell that he is a powerful man and one not to be messed with. "After long time brother..." Massimo patted damian's shoulder and he nodded. "Yeah..." "Meet my girlfriend, rose... Rose he is my friend and the Italian Mafia's boss Massimo Marino..." Damian introduced them.

I’ll wait all night if I have to. A sudden knock on my window makes me jump. I turn, and freeze. It’s fucking Mario Benedetti, Consigliere and Luca’s brother. And he looks pissed. Before I can even step out of the car, he yanks me out and slams me against the car, pressing a blade to my throat. “What the fuck are you doing outside my apartment this late at night, Damian?” he growls. “Why the fuck are you blowing up my daughter’s phone?” I raise my hands slowly, keeping calm. “I’m not here for Gabby; not like that,” I say evenly. “I’m in love with Sareena Morelli. Gabby’s the only one who can help me find her.”

he said, his voice clipped and decisive. “Your guy?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. A sadistic smile touched his lips. “Actually, a friend I made abroad. He’s in the country for his wine business. Miller Enterprises is currently sponsoring some of his ventures.” My brows furrowed. “A businessman? How can he help us with… this?” I said refusing to believe he was going to involve some foreign business man into this dirty deed. Alex chuckled, “His name is Dante Giordano.”

Along the way, some people that belong to the press, who were there recognized him and immediately followed behind. “Mr. McLaren,” the receptionist of the restaurant greeted formally. “Table for two?” “None,” Damian snapped. “Where is Omar Venuti and Vittoria Montcroix?” Without waiting for any reply, Damian strode inside the restaurant, his eyes searching for the two. He finally saw them at one booth at the end of the room, talking with some press people. Damian walked towards their direction, his entire frame cold and ruthless. His blood boiled when he saw Omar looked up and gave him a tight grin, standing up and making others aware of his presence.

I sighed, already regretting that I hadn’t just taken another route. "First, it’s Mr. Giordano. Then Ethan. Then your ex-husband. And now renowned fashion and food icon Jordan MacWood." She let out a mock gasp. "What kind of whore are you?" I stopped in my tracks, my body tensing. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to hers, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her step back slightly. "I’ll take a lot of things, Giorgia," I said, my voice low and steady but emitted just the amount of threat I wanted, "but I won’t tolerate you calling me names."

"For the main event tonight, from the blue corner, with a record of twelve amateur wins, Damien!" Cheers. Not too loud. Damien was known, but he wasn't an idol. He was better known as a dangerous man with cold blue eyes and tattoos all over his body. "And from the red corner, Alexandro De Luca!" I straightened up. I walked to the front row. Gianna followed me, shielding me from the growing crowd. In the ring, both men were already standing in their respective corners.