Escort Verona Novels & Stories

I immediately grabbed my laptop and my gun hidden in my closet. Before stepping out of my unit I used Atasha's email to send all the files to Sebastian. After that I headed out and successfully get inside Veronica's car. "Let's go," I said panting. Veronica didn't waste any time and she immediately drove away. "Where are we going?" I asked. Veronica glanced at my side and then focused her eyes in front once again. "I bought a private resort two-hour drive from here, we can spend a night there," she said so I agreed.

"I did it once. Best decision I ever made." Ella turned to the window, her throat thick with disbelief. She hadn’t thought she could dislike Veronica more. Apparently, she’d just been uninformed. The car came to a slow stop, tires crunching against gravel. The two of them leave for Italy in Ethan's jet. The beach house loomed ahead, cast in a grey light that seemed to be blanketed by sadness. Ella got out of the cab without a word, leaving Veronica behind in her designer wickedness. Ahead, near the gate, she spotted Chase.

“I’ll go with her. We’ll keep it tight. Two SUVs, blackout protocol.” “Go,” Valerio said finally. “But don’t engage unless necessary. Bring the server back in one piece.” Sera nodded, grabbing her jacket. As she passed Gian, she whispered, “When I return, you better pray Valerio’s more merciful than I am.” The SUV roared across the river, headlights off, moving through back streets like a shadow. Sera sat in the passenger seat, eyes scanning every building they passed. Matteo drove in silence, his fingers tapping the wheel.

Karen, Macy, Aliyah, Jerome and Fred struggled with the security; but eventually, they were dragged out of the hotel by the security. "Carson, make sure Mr. Veron gets home safely." requested Latisha. "Certainly. Mr. Veron, please follow me. We have a Rolls Royce waiting at the valet ready to take you home." replied Carson. Veron could not believe his ears. He got to head back home in a Rolls Royce, all thanks to Carson Stevens. "Please lead the way, Mr. Carson." replied Veron humbly. Carson personally escorted Veron to the Rolls Royce and sent him on his way.

“You already have, Verona. Maybe you haven’t realized it yet.” Lev’s voice faded at the end and Vero was so sure that Lev was going to kiss her. Slowly, Vero closed her eyes and waited. But nothing happened. She opened her eyes to see what Lev was doing now. Apparently, he was looking towards the city. His face turned tense, and Vero immediately knew that something was wrong. She also looked in the direction Lev was looking and saw a convoy of cars coming from the city entrance. “What’s wrong?” Vero asked.

I couldn’t even stop to catch my breath. “If you mess this up,” Veronica said as she ushered me into the car, “you better not return to this house.” Throughout the drive, I kept imagining what the cursed wolf might look like. Would he be a big, scary beast or just a wolf with numerous scars? Would he have a sign on his face that showed he was cursed? The rearing of the car engine disconnected me from my thoughts. As I exited the car, the evening’s chilly wind welcomed me, and the driver walked away, leaving me with no one to ask for directions.

He responded. Veronica walked out of the room and soon, she had to navigate through the darkness until she got out of the place. Getting out, she walked gently across the road and soon she got into a ride. Veronica didn't raise her head. She was trying to piece everything in her hand together. The driver noticed the envelope. “Good afternoon mam! Do you miss Veronica?” He asked her. Veronica raised her head at once. “Why did you ask?” She asked him. “Sorry mam! You have a striking resemblance with someone I know,” he said to her.

CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE VERONA, ITALY Weeks had slipped by in a haze of quiet dominance, Italy’s underworld bending to our will without a single shot fired. The shipments from Voronin finally docked at the Verona port under a crisp autumn sky, ten customized armored beasts rolling off the freighter like predators unleashed. Dante, Nico, and I stood on the pier, watching cranes lift each one, sleek, bulletproof monsters disguised as luxury.

“No, I’m okay.” The vista of Verona got closer and closer until they finally landed. A warm feeling spread through, like she was home at last. Thea was caught out by this feeling of happiness at the thought of being here. Once they had landed, everything happened so quickly, it was a blur. They were out of the plane and escorted in a luxury four-wheel-drive with tinted windows within minutes. The bags were gently placed in the trunk, and they were ready to go. “Desenzano is 15-20 km away from Verona. It’s a one-hour drive. We’ll have a late dinner, then… we can do whatever you like.”

Everything else could wait. I made a show of walking to the cabin. Heads bowed, eyes averted when I passed. Loyalty is currency; gestures are assurances. A nod to Luca, a brief look for Tiago, a soft acknowledgment to Dante. Within a few hours, we arrived at our destination. My chief driver Franco was already waiting for us with the convoy. So we got into the SUV and headed to Villa Mancini Getting to the villa, I got down and instructed Luca to wait with Nora until I ask them to come in.