Escort Verona Novels & Stories

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.

✦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.

“I’ll see you later, ma’am. And don’t worry—I’ll be careful.” “See you, Alvero. Please, stay safe,” Emma repeated, her tone earnest. Alvero left the office and stepped into the elevator, descending to the underground garage. When he approached the black SUV, the driver handed him the keys. “I’m not coming with you,” the driver said. “Mrs. Williams sent me on another errand.” Alvero frowned slightly but took the keys without question. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the car and pulled out of the garage, merging onto the highway. The city blurred past as he picked up speed, but a niggling feeling crept into his mind.

“Thank you.” I turned to look at Vincenzo who, when he finished the first call, answered another and then looked at his wristwatch before walking back to us. “The pilot has been waiting,” he said as he got to us. “I already arranged your flight to Viterbo, one of my guys will come to pick you up anytime from now.” “Thank you,” I said in a shaky voice as I had already gotten emotional. “It's no big deal,” he said. He walked up to me and enveloped me in a hug.

– she said smiling -Want to drive? She didn't even give me time to answer, just threw the small key of the gray Range Rover Evoque towards me. The drive was long and tiring, since I'd have to pay extra attention due to the overcast morning. However, Camila always took care of keeping a casual conversation with me so that I'd remain attentive to the road. We were arriving to Saint Moritz, the city was much smaller than Zurich, it kind of looked like a colonial village, simple, but with a distinctive beauty.

"Is it just me, or did that guy earlier... wasn’t he going in our direction?" The driver kept his eyes on the road. "Definitely not," he said firmly. "Plus, the name he was calling was different. It had nothing to do with us." Anne, the woman in the front seat, nodded slowly. "Right. This is Vespera's first visit to City F, after all."

Orion said something to her. In response, I heard her joyous sound that explains maybe they were talking something nice,"Niente ... Sto bene ... Andiamo ( Nothing... I am fine... Let's go)" "Owwwwwwwwwww," I beamed cheekily as I climbed in the royal pitch black Lexus jeep. It was awesome. We all hop in the car and occupied our respective comfortable positions. I was beside Imogen, and Fergus was in the driving seat. Veronica came to my side..and stood there perhaps waiting for me to move a seat for her...Okay..she can wish in her dreams...

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.