Diana Vitale Reviews Novels & Stories

She sat down, placed her hands flat on the table, and met every pair of eyes in the room one by one until each man looked away first. All except one. The one at the far end of the table. Late forties, heavy-set, a thick gold watch on his wrist and small pale eyes that didn't move when she met them. He just kept looking. Measuring. Like he was trying to find the seam in something. His name was Vitale. Lorenzo had briefed her on all six that morning. Vitale ran the southern ports. Twenty years in De Luca service. Loyal, Lorenzo had said, as far as he knew.

She turned to him, a shadow of a smile on her lips. “Then you’re smarter than you look.” The Next Morning — Secret Meeting with Vitale The private villa stank of old money and older sins. Amara wore black — not a dress, but a suit tailored to cut throats, not impress them. Vitale stood at the window, sipping espresso. “You’ve come alone,” he said. “I’m never alone,” she replied. “Of course. The ghost at your side,” he smirked. “Luca Moretti. Dangerous. Obsessed. Pathetic.”

her face lit up, “how does Vitale look? I couldn’t even get a picture of Adonis. Honestly, I was a little tired after Elias.” “Obviously! You offered me more deets than I expected.” She shrugged. I said, “To answer your question, he is kinda handsome.” “Kinda handsome?” She turned her cell to me with the same shirtless picture of Dom. “Anywhere near him? I would throw myself at him if I ever saw him. Just look at his face. Men like him aren’t supposed to be real.” “Domenico’s a ten.” She nodded in agreement as if I’d spoken nothing truer to her. I chuckled. “Adonis is a nine-point-seven-five.”

“You noticed the wine before anyone else.” Her lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the window. “I notice many things. Occupational hazard.” His gaze slid to her, sharp as a blade. “How?” Valentina let out a soft laugh, brittle as glass. “What do you want, Dante? A detailed history of my palate? Maybe I should publish a guide: Poisons and Perfumes, by Valentina Moretti.” For a heartbeat, silence again. Then his hand flexed against his thigh, the faintest crack in composure. “This isn’t a joke.”

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

Inside the private room, a man who had clearly won big grabbed a chip stamped with the image of my thigh. He stuck out his tongue and licked it obscenely. "Damn, this is something else. I've just licked Winona Lombardi's thigh, and my luck's already turning. I just don't know when I'll get to push this slut down and really have my way with her." Julian Vitale's voice drifted over lazily from inside the room. "What's the rush? Everyone will get their turn. A woman like that just needs someone to crook a finger at her, and she'll strip herself naked and crawl over on her own."

Diana was beautiful, zero. Shekinah wasn't bad, zero. Zero! All damn zeros!

“Although I’d chalk it up to you to be so over your own head that you can’t even read between the lines.” Her eyes widened, and seconds of dry silence trickled by. She let out a laugh. Then another. Her head was thrown back as chuckle after chuckle left her lips. When she finally turned her eyes back to me, something had shifted. “What game are you playing at Dante?” “Did you tire of asking dumb questions and decide to switch to the category: dumber?” “A Vitale,” she drawled. “Surely you know better than to dine with the enemy. What’s your aim in all this?”

"Catalina, is this the former Vitale heir? I heard he used to run Las Vogis like he owned it." He paused, his tone taking on a teasing edge. "Funny how clumsy he looks now." Dante deliberately scattered a stack of chips worth ten thousand dollars onto the carpet. He smiled at Mattia. "Pick those up. Do it, and the ten grand is yours." The tray in Mattia's hands trembled violently. He stared at the chips on the floor. I saw the struggle and resentment in his eyes and spoke coldly. "Mattia, the customer is always right. If you don't want to do it, your whole family sleeps on the street tonight."