Escort Verona Novels & Stories

she whined not liking the fact that he stopped her half way “Veronica, we have a company here” he informed and turn his gaze to the bar attendant who stood near the counter with glances at them “So what? I really need to get down with you right now” she protested and pull in again this time she didn’t give him time to push her off but make him embrace her closer. **** The mansion gate opened and Veronica drove into the mansion, as she drove to the spacious car park in the building, she noticed Kyler's black Lamborghini Veneno.

asked Carmen. "What?" Marcus comically shot back, "a guy's gotta dream!" Once everybody was off the bus, Mr. Gilbert assembled everyone and began to give the schedule of the day, including where everybody was going to stay. "Okay," he began, "so we're only here for one night and tomorrow, super early in the morning, the journey continues!" The way he ended that statement with so much zeal and energy one would have thought that they were going to the Promised Land or even the hidden city of Shangri-La !

Just the charter lying open on the side table and one folded note on top with Alfredo’s name in Serena’s handwriting. I snatched it up and pushed it at him. He ripped it open. Scanned it. His face did all kinds of shit — tightening, softening, landing on something I didn’t have a name for. "What’s it say?" I asked, barely above a whisper. "She went to the Veron pack." Everything in the hallway went still. Like the air itself stopped moving. "Left three hours ago," he went on, voice too controlled. "Walked to the southern gate, hired a horse from the outer settlement." He kept staring at the paper. "Unfinished business with Kiran Voss. Says it doesn’t belong in a council room."

Her gaze trailed from his lips to his neck, and her eyes twinkled with new light, a sinister smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She leaned in, breathing in his spicy cologne, then her tongue darted out. “Oh fuck,” Anderson groaned, feeling Verona's tongue slide against the sensitive spot on his neck. “Damn it all.” He stopped the car, pulled up, and parked at the side of the road. Verona gasped as Anderson suddenly pulled her toward him, lifting her hips with effortless strength and settling her on his lap. Grabbing the back of her head gently, he slammed his lips against hers.

It simply confirmed things were, for the moment, stable. He exited through the private corridor, guards falling into step without a word, the black armored SUV already idling topside when he emerged. He slid into the rear seat. "Secondary residence," he told the driver. As the vehicle merged into Milan's evening traffic, rain still falling steady over the city and washing the streets clean, Valentino reviewed routine operational summaries on his tablet — shipments cleared, accounts balanced, rivals deterred. The underground machinery turned on, steady and disciplined as it always did.

✦LONE STREET AT VERONA CROSS✦ Two convoys approached from opposite directions of Verona cross, engines low and steady beneath the evening air. Each line carried two cars, moving with the precision of soldiers. They came to a stop a short distance apart, headlights cutting across the cracked pavement. From the first convoy, a black Maserati Quattroporte led, followed closely by a dark gray Alfa Romeo Stelvio. The second convoy mirrored their movement, a midnight-blue Bentley Flying Spur at the front and a jet-black Range Rover Vogue behind it.

Matteo teased as he pulled my hands and wrapped it as his waist the moment we started to roam the streets. It was a five hour drive to Verona from here. But Matteo made it only a two hour ride.Sureky, we violated a speeding limit and the cops followed us. He was calm and so was I. It's not like it's the first time we're being chased by a cop with a donut on his hand. We managed to outrun them eventually. "Fuck off." Matteo cursed when he saw two tourist who was making out at the streets of Verona.

"You've been missing me everyday." "It's eleven in the evening." "Oh," It seems like Tony lost track of time. "Okay. Where are you?" "EPUA underground parking." She mutters. "Are you drunk?" "I only drank a glass of wine." She said and sniffled. "Are you okay? I am already in the elevator. coming there for you." "I can drive. I'll pick you up." "No. I will pick you up. My driver is already outside." Veronica waited there staring at nowhere. Then a man knocked on her window shield. She looked at the man wearing a suit. Then the familiar Rolex watch. She unlocked the car and he opened the door. She steps out and receives a big hug from her man.

She slipped into the driver’s seat and left in the car, leaving Zenith in the middle of nowhere. *** “Are all the arrangements done?” Aries handed and asked his assistant as they walked to the car. “Yes, sir! A new villa is ready to move in. Security cameras are installed, bodyguards are arranged, and…” he stopped talking and Aries glanced up at him, his eyes followed his gaze and they stopped at Veronica, who was stepping down the stairs in a rose gold dress. She cast a glance at him before looking down meekly and reached where he was standing. “Did you give food to Milo?” she asked.

The figure cursed and kicked the car door, slamming it shut with a loud thud before he stormed off. Four hundred yards later found the man standing in front of a black Bugatti Chiron. And it was the exact same car that Liam Smith had driven on the night of Vincent Rodriguez’s murder.