Devil In Italian 소설 & 이야기

"So this is the one who took away my amico. You killed my dearest friend." Rhea was helped up to her feet by one of his men. "Who the hell are you?" She panicked. The man approached Rhea. He looked at her dead in the eyes. "Those who are dear to me call me amico. Those who upset me call me diavolo. You shouldn't have taken away my friend signorina. You see, I was very fond of Alexander. He was one of my most loyal friends and I can count them in one hand. Now you will beg to die. Take her away."

She nodded her head slowly and asked, “What is bitch in Italian?” He raised a brow and said, “La Cagna or la puttana.” She pursed her lips and asked, “What about fuck you?” “Vaffanculo,” he aswered. She nodded her head and asked, “How about go kill yourself?” His brows knitted as he answered, “Vai a ucciderti.” “And I will kill you?” She again. “Ti uccidero. Why are you asking me this?” He questioned her. “One thing my mother taught me is that you need to learn the swear words first and especially the words, I will kill you in a different language,” she answered.

*Words and Meaning* cazzo di inferno - fucking hell merda - shit adesso - now ~~~~~ Gerardo wasn't kidding when he said that everything would be ready by tonight. Everything I asked for was given to me; along with a private jet and he's letting us stay in the penthouse he owns in Miami, which is where we are headed to. Vincenzo is indeed a competent strategist; we came up with a strategy in just a matter of minutes.

She turns to leave and then stops herself. "Am shit at learning languages.so I don't understand Italian..Why do you call me That?. Moglie…that's not the only one you have called me but that's the one I remember.what does it mean?" Straightening from my sitting position,I stand to my full height towering over her..I take a step close to her,she takes one back and I more towards her and she steps back until her back hits the wall…trapping her with my hands above her head,I bend my lower body to her eye level So I can stare into her fucking beautiful eyes,subtly breathing in her sweet smell I whisper roughly.

What the hell was that about rico yelled Do you want to disgrace me ? Can’t you show some respect to yourself, you want to. Sleep with him right?? He yelled I looked towards him with tears rolling down my eyes. I am not like you ok,I don’t sleep with random people I see on the road and there was absolute nothing I could do .He keeps coming closer even when o don’t want him to. You should talk to him yourself and stop yelling at me at the slightest provocation “

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

Had he always been this selfish? My thoughts were immediately silenced when a new voice sliced through the clamor, calm, and utterly lethal. "One hundred million." The room fell silent. Even the auctioneer froze, gavel suspended mid-air. I forced my heavy eyelids open just long enough to see him. He stood at the very back, half-shrouded in shadow. Black suit tailored to perfection. Black mask concealing the upper half of his face. But that silhouette was unmistakable. Everyone in the mafia world knew it. The Devil. Carlos Hernandez. The man they called the Devil in Armani because he destroyed empires while looking like he had just stepped out of a Milan runway.