Exploits Of A Young Don Juan Book Novelas e Histórias

Better at manipulating and buying off people. And maybe he truly believed his luck wouldn't run out. That thieving redhead must be trembling in fear by now. Cringe. The disgusting image of him burying his wrinkly old dick in that gold-digger's orifices just wouldn't leave my head. While keeping up a cool and calm front, I walked over to the console in the corner to grab another gun. "Archambault's team found Fierro in Antwerp, and Ignazio's old books. Fucker hid them in a vault under his pool. The oldest ledger was dated back when Don Luciano was still fully in-charge." Although I'd never met the don, I doubted Lorenzio and Leandro's father was as selfish and immoral as his brother, Ign

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions. The girl was odd. How could an ordinary maid move like that, with such… precision. She was sharp and fearless. Not even hesitating for a fraction to save his life. She's definitely not ordinary, but something about her intrigued the Don to his wits. He wanted to know more about the short haired maid with the enticing voice. Enraptured in his thoughts, the creak of the door followed by shuffling feet alerted Antonio. He looked up to meet the maid from earlier. Her form was less brave and appeared to be cowering back in discomfort or maybe fear?

At this moment, when the day passed quickly, it was five o'clock in the afternoon and when the second break came, Katherina was going to the library to look for an expert book on advanced trigonometry, since Professor Steban put several long exercises to do. So, he decided to overtake. But he did not take away that he was with the host, he did not want to do anything but he had no other. Being already inside the library, he went to the back of it after greeting the librarian, going in search of what he needed.

His voice broke entirely, and the sound of it—the Don's voice breaking—was the most terrible thing I'd ever heard. "Let you what? Fall in love with her? Claim her as your woman?" Alessio's smile was bloody now, his lip split against his teeth, but he didn't stop smiling. "You took everything from me, Dante. The empire. The title. Our father's respect. I spent twenty years in exile while you sat on a throne that should have been mine. And now I've taken something from you. Something you can never get back." "You're a monster." "No. I'm a ghost. And ghosts don't have to follow the rules of the living."

“I think you’re smart enough to know when the building’s on fire. And strong enough to walk out before it burns.” I had dismissed it then as arrogance. But now? I knew better. No wonder Wilbet had practically thrown himself at the opportunity to attend their dinner. That night, Wilbet had made a fool of himself—too much wine, too many boasts, and that ridiculous story about the charity gala we had attended. Earlier I’d been mortified, ashamed even. But now I saw it differently. He hadn’t been showing off. He’d been auditioning. Throwing glitter over a corpse.

Lucas returned to the empty Moretti estate, a hollow man. It was all that was left of his family's fortune. He’d avoided prison, but he was no longer the powerful Don who once commanded respect in New York’s underworld. Bella’s words and Arthur’s kiss replayed in his mind. He had to do something, anything, to earn her forgiveness. “Find out everything Sofia has done,” he ordered his men. It was no surprise. They found evidence that Sofia had hired the punks to attack Bella.

Behind them was indeed a small safe. What was the password? I tried entering Fiorenzo's birthday, the date the family was founded, the date he became the new Don. Then I laughed at myself bitterly and entered my own birthday. The lock miraculously opened. No time to look closely. I rolled up all the documents inside, planning to take them. Just then, the door creaked open. In the moonlight, Fiorenzo stood there like a vampire. "Clarissa, people have been lining up to kill me since the day I was born. To drug me, you need to use double the dosage!" He held a gun, stepping inside one pace at a time.

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.

The mischievous look in his eyes was long gone and it was replaced with something indescribable, unfathomable by anyone. "So that was what he was up to?" His assistant muttered beside him. "Who is she?" Draven asked, curious about the woman who could pull the ruthless and profit driven Don from an important meeting, such as theirs. "I have no idea Boss. But from what I heard, the Don had been trying to sniff out the daughter of the former Don's right hand man. The man who was said to have almost brought destruction to the empire." The assistant replied, relying on a piece of information he eaves dropped on.