Fabio Novels & Stories

I just want to make sure that I'm on the right track in keeping this information in mind. Should I get consultations from a new psychologist to get my choice of decision precise? Because right now, my head is fighting over asking Amaya to investigate together with me or to just continue this individually. "So anyway, Amaya's not our girl here. George Fabio is a forty-five-year-old member of an organization that's been handled by the Lefebvre family. So far, He's got no records of illegal doings since of course, he is connected to an influential family. He's still currently living in New York and yeah." Ace's speedy recommendations are making my thoughts scramb

MATEO When I wake up, Kieran’s gone. I don’t think much of it – today we have a match against our rival school, Milton High. It’s the first one of the season too, so the pressure’s on, especially for Kieran. He’s our star striker, whereas I’m only a defender. He may be barely 5’4”, but he’s the fastest player on our team. If anything, his height is an advantage, as most opposing players don’t think much of him until he’s quite literally stealing the ball from your feet. He’s fearless like that – utterly unafraid of collisions since most people will back off at the sight of him flying at them.

The masked man continued talking gibberish ‘You have one month to surrender your wife willingly Romano, or it will be a war that would end in both your deaths’ His distorted voice ended and the video went black. That was it? I wanted to laugh. A war I won’t win? They clearly had no fùcking idea. I am Romano Cappellucci. War is my middle name, it seems like I've been too quiet these days. It's time to rain a little havoc on some roaches. I shut the laptop with a snap and reached for my phone dialing my trusted friend. “Romano,” Fabiano’s voice answered on the second ring. Fabiano and Alberto were the only people I could call my friends, they were the people I could trust. Alberto was good at

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

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A pause. "It is about Fabiola."

I place my hand on Fabrico's hand and he stared at me before nodding. "Sure, sure honey," he said before raising his glass of water to his lips. Liano's phone suddenly starts ringing and he excused himself to answer the call. Fabrico is busy putting sauce on Freya and Russo's plate of pasta so I help myself to more toast. "Why aren't you eating?"Fabrico questioned. "I am" "No I mean, the pasta" he drops the ceramic bowl and then faces me. Liano comes back in. "You're only having the toast."

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.

“Soph, you are more than enough. You’re everything to me. I don’t know how to make you believe that.” Sophia wiped at her eyes, feeling exhausted. “I just don’t understand why you can’t let her go.” Fabio took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Because she’s part of my past, and I can’t just erase that. But I swear to you, there is nothing going on between us. I would never do that to you, to Luca, to our family. I’m just trying to help an old friend. That’s all.”

With my laptop in hand, I got into the bed for a short break before I have dinner with the PA of Fabrico. My fingers pressed down on the buttons typing Fabrico Zunino Valenquez. An image of him popped up first. The same Image Kay showed to me last night. I scrolled down to read more important deets like his age, color of his eyes, and if he has a spouse.