Novel & Cerita Fabio

Adriano continued, “You’ll destroy yourself in the process Fabio. Keep my words in your mind. Control yourself and get some therapy. If you don’t control yourself, you’ll be the one who will be destroyed and you’ll be alone then.” “I think you’re getting romantic these days.” Fabiano uttered, “Are you sure you can still handle being a Capo, Adriano?” His friend's eye flashed. Even though you couldn’t tell that one of his eye was synthetic and not real, but Fabiano knew that his friend could see from one eye only. “My men are searching for her.” Fabiano froze at that, “My soldiers will comb the Italy and I will find her. If I find out that you had hidden her, i

Fabio answered taking a seat as Adriano gestured him to do so. " Was he telling the truth?" Adriano asked, running a hand through his face. " He hardly lies even when he is sober and the chances of him lying when drunk are close to none. I have known him for a long time, if he will do something like that he won't hide because he relishes rubbing it in his enemies face." Fabio explained in a plain voice , not an ounce of emotion in it.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Gabio immediately fell to the floor on his knees, his hands clasped together as he began to plead for his life. “My name is Fabiola sir! I am a car mechanic!” Gabiola, real name Fabiola, screamed when the knife got closer to his eyes. Lent and Casper fell over themselves in laughter, not believing what they were hearing. They couldn't believe that Kaden had been tricked. Kaden chuckled drily. “Then who is Gabiola?”

Then he said, “Hi there big guy, my name is Daniel.” He pulled out his hands to shake Fabio. Fabio took his hands in a shake, “I'm Fabio.” My baby said, looking between me and Daniel. Seeing them together made me see how they really exactly look alike with the same eye color. This is like a dream come true seeing them together. “Who are you?” Fabio asked. I walked to stand behind Fabio holding his shoulders, “Fabio, this is…” I began but Daniel shakes his head, smiling.

" And do what ?" "Save her ." " We aren't sending you out to the field prematurely. She can handle herself." " She's pregnant. " " I know . Let's get to know each other shall we ? " " No." " You don't have a choice. Hi I'm Fabio ." " I know who you are . " " You don't know your girlfriend as well as you think you did. " " And you do ? " "No ." " You're a bad liar. " © #KCMmuoe

A weakness. “Sir…” Fabio whispered. The click of a Beretta answered him. Cold. Lethal. Aimed straight at his temple. “Who the hell are you?” Dante growled, voice rough, eyes half-shut but sharp—like a predator’s. “It’s me. Fabio. Don’t shoot.” Dante didn’t lower the weapon. He recognized him, yes—but recognition wasn’t trust. “What time is it? What are you doing here?” “They sent me to get you. You need to come. Now.”

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Alessandro grimaced realising how he who is most powerful mafia leader who deals with guns and rifles now held a cotton ball to rub it gently on the eyes of his beloved wife. He put the little amount of the remover on her eyes and gently rub it on her eyes. “Gently Alessandro !” Sabrina hissed. “This is the most gentle I am being.” He told her truthfully and then wiped it off with a cotton bud. “I must be looking so bad right now.” Sabrina said softly. Alessandro smirked and said teasing. “ not too bad.” Haze frowned and pouted. “Now pour the cleanser on your palm and gently rub it on my face.” She instructed him. That moment he looked so cute to her as he completely focus on the task.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their