Novel & Cerita Dio And Giorno

) "¿Qué es? ¿El hecho de que esté comprando diamantes o el hecho de que esté haciendo negocios con un italiano?" (What is? The fact that you are purchasing diamonds or the fact that you are doing business with an Italian?) "Ambos," Diego chuckled. (Both.) "Muy bien, ¿podemos terminar con esto?" Lorenzo said. (Alright, can we get this over with?) Diego's eyes filled with hatred as he turned to Lorenzo. It was evident that Lorenzo was a Spaniard based on how he spoke. Diego pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. "¿Por qué trajiste a un español inmundo?"

GIO Prologue The bloody mouthpiece flying through the air in slow motion as Trinidad's lifeless body hit the floor was just one of the things from that day that would forever be seared into Giovanni Bravo's memory. The screaming was the other. The ref jumped in front of Gio as if he'd even think of still going after Trinidad.

I made it my mission to try and get a read on all of them. “Bella ragazza, care to explain?” Gio asked They switched between Italian and English all the time, they start speaking English and then some Italian words were mixed in. “If I knew I would tell you” “We came in and found it like this, she doesn’t know who did it and madre would never use that” Tattia said pointing at the banner. “Gio, Antonio bruciate tutto, faccio una chiamata.” Dante said (Gio, Antonio, burn it all, I will make a call.)

I simply smiled and leaned to my mate’s touch, allowing myself to relax a bit as I took a sip of the juice. “Do you think that he would submit to what you said?” Leonardo asked, and Alessandro shook his head, keeping his eyes on Giovanni. He held the scotch glass in his hand, and taking a sip of it, he winked at Giovanni, baring his canines, letting him see them for a second before smirking. “Why would he? The fun is just getting started, Leonardo” **********************************

“Oh my god! Did you go jogging?” Leonardo grinned sheepishly. “Yeah…” “Wow! The last time you jogged was when you had a crush on Annabelle!” she squealed. Dante barked out a laugh. “Who’s the new bitch, Leo?” Leonardo’s cheeks turned even redder. “There’s no one! And I actually chose the worst day to jog in the lower part of Città dei re. They found a gangster burned to death. His organs were all… out.”

“Ahhh…at least ONE of you has some manners.” His eyes crinkle with delight and he puffs out his chest. Then, with fisted fingers, he smacks at his chest a few times. “Ahhh….my name. Listen well you two and remember my name. I am Diego. You may pronounce it as dee-yay-go. It means ‘he who supplants.’” Diego is clearly enjoying being in the limelight but Helios grows impatient. He is not used to having to wait for an answer.

“Damiano, perhaps we should postpone the ceremony a little longer. That might give us more time to plan the ceremony and everything after.” “No need. With everyone pitching in, a week will give us more than enough time to…” Damiano broke off as his mother approached and got to his feet to pull a chair out for her at the table. “Buongiorno, mamma,” he said, dropping a kiss on Giorgiana Chiaramonte’s cheek. “Buongiorno, Dami,” the woman replied, smiling at Lorenzo and giving Thea an almost annoyed look.

"What is your job now, boss?" Gio knew he never imagined he would discuss this issue, but finally he said, "I'm opening a restaurant. It's not fully open yet, I've only been setting it up for two days. I plan to open it in a week. How about it? Are you still interested in following me, Dario?" Dario was stunned by Gio's explanation. The man who had previously only picked up a gun and beaten people up was now choosing to open a restaurant? How could that possibly happen?

His eyes flick past Matteo—straight to me on the bed. He smiles. Small. Sharp. “Name’s Dario. I work for Rossi’s old crew. The ones who didn’t like how the truce ended.” He shrugs, casual. “Vittorio’s gone. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess he left. Starting with his daughter.” My stomach twists, but not from fear. From heat. From the way his gaze drags over my body—over the collar, the bite marks on my tits, the cum painted across my stomach like war paint.

~Cali~ The anticipation is killing me. My chest feels so full, as if the air I’m breathing thickened I’m finding it hard to inhale. The throbbing of my heart is louder than the wheezing breeze from Carlisle Bay. My clammy palms rest on Gio’s chest, clutching tightly on his dress shirt as I wait for his declaration. His honey eyes regarded me in a tender gaze before he spoke, “Giovanni is my middle name-“ The ringing of his phone cut him off. Gio’s eyes fluttered close, a groan leaving his lips.