Dj Octavio Novels & Stories

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

"Sorry Commander, personal shit but it's taken care of." "As I was saying, Julio Lopez, aka "little devil", is back on the street as of yesterday. You all need to watch your fücking backs and mind your business unless you want a repeat of what happened to St-" I freeze and all I can hear is a ringing in my ear; everyone sounds like they're underwater. Carter puts his hand on my shoulder, helping to snap me back to my fucked up reality. "We got it, Luca. No need to bring that shït up. Why the fück is he out of prison?"

Jameson second her announcement. “She shouldn’t be out yet,” Devin mumbled ever so softly that I might have misheard him. “What?” I inquired. Devin sighed, “she suffers from OCD. I’ve been paying for her treatment in Italy for three years now.” All three of us were staring at Devin as if he grew two heads as he continued. “I know she did horrible things to me and you, Ren but she’s not well. She needs help and I’m the only one who can do that for her.”

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

he couldn’t do that alone and even if he had help, he couldn’t do it either. As of now, the head of the family, Bellamy Donquite was still unconscious and hanging between life and death. “Oh, really? then I guess I won’t bother you anymore. But later, your family will enjoy the video a lot, it’s even in HD! Don’t you think I’m being nice to you?” Joshua grinned. “Fuck you!” Doflamingo was shaking with anger. he jumped up and tried to punch Joshua, but Joshua wasn’t going to just stand there and allow him to do so.

"Who the fuck was it?!" No one answered him. They were too scared to even pronounce a single name. "D..." one of them, Adon, spoke "D, we don't know who it was." His name was Dario Espinosa. Famous for his products, illegal businesses, and well, his face. The headache that was starting to form in his head doubled. Theses idiots didn't do the job properly and had someone to witness, and they don't even know who the fuck it was. "Then fucking find them." Dario answered, his eyes burning while he looked at them "And this will be the last time... the last fucking time that you mess up, Adon. There won't be a next chance for you."

Octavio said casually “I asked what you guys wanted with me. Am I in any sort of trouble?” “Not exactly sir. We would just like to ask a few questions.” Jim said. Octavio looked distrustfully at Harry, then back to Jim “shoot.” “You know a certain Jeff?” Octavio turned to Harry who stared back at him like he was reading him, then back to Jim “yeah… he works for me. He’s actually one of my drivers.” Octavio knew better not to lie. Harry must have told them much before they came, and he was completely clean on this one anyway.

Light and shade. I never read that fifty shades book, but this dude's at least a thousand hues of that dull, lifeless color. Probably more like a million. I'm off kilter because I can't control any situation I'm in that includes him, and I don't like it which makes me not like the guy who's causing it. Dante Giovanetti is a piece of shit, and my intuition tells me that there's no reason for him to be at the Armónico unless they're in cahoots with each other.

I take another sip from the cigar before speaking to him “Dario, do you know why you are here?” He swallowed hard “Mr. Lucado, I …..” I laughed at his formal approach. “Mr. Lucado? Although this might work well with my father, but not me. I’m Nickolai, remember. Everyone calls me Nickolai. Do I have to rip out a tooth to remind you of my name? Tiny beads of sweat emerge from his forehead roll down his temple tracing the line of his mustache. His lips trembles as he spoke “I apologize Don Nickolai. It’s a mistake. I didn’t mean….” I raise my hand to silence him. “I’ll just ask you one question. Who are your accomplices?”