Novel & Cerita Frank Della Rocca

“That’s her name. And Mr. Jerry’s other daughter—her twin—can repay the money because she’s very wealthy.” “I see.” Rocco nodded thoughtfully. “So what do you want?” “I want you to help me find Romilda… and pressure Rose to return my money.” Romilda’s eyes shifted to Jerry. “And you, sir… you’re going to become a millionaire once you meet your daughter Rose.” Jerry’s eyes flashed at the words, but before he could say anything, Rocco spoke first. “You’ve got nerve, Miss,” Rocco said in his deep baritone voice, making Romilda swallow slightly. “What exactly are you offering me? I’m not a charity worker.”

there was also pregnancy reports. “Interesting," Rocco smirked shrewdly when Alessio handed him the photos. “ Ha! The mighty, arrogant Ricardo Romero is nothing but a filthy dog…hahaha… Alessio, see this…that good-for-nothing idiot is slowly showing his colors,” Rocco burst out into laughter, suddenly he was feeling happy. He was over the moon, knowing he finally had an upper hand. He thought all hope of getting Alana was lost. However, the universe just proved to him that he still had a chance.

“Who?” “His name’s Rocco Mancini,” Marco said, his tone tense. “He’s been making moves in the shadows for months. He’s been working with some of the most dangerous people in the business, and now it looks like he’s ready to make his move on the Falcone empire.” Riccardo’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a fire that matched the heat of the sun rising behind them. “Mancini,” he muttered under his breath. “I should have known.”

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

It infuriated her in ways she hadn’t felt in years. A soft knock on the door soon pulled her from her angry thoughts. “Enter,” she snapped. Rocco stepped inside with his usual quiet confidence of a man who had slit more throats than he could count. Tall, lean, and built like a knife that was meant to cut through anything in his path. He approached her without hesitation. “You read the report?” Gianna asked, though his tense posture already gave her the answer. “I did.” He folded his hands behind his back. “So Luca Moretti is back in New York.”

Nonna didn’t raise me this way. Reaching for my cellphone, I dial one of the five contacts I have stored on it. I usually don’t bother saving digits. I have a photographic memory. That made it much more impossible to forget what her folds looked like when she parted her legs and pushed in that damned vibrator. I’m a man tormented. And I’ve had enough. The man picks on the first ring. “Mr. Della Rocca.” “Jonathan Blake.” I tip my wine glass back and suppress a groan at the burn in my throat. “Do we have a buyer yet?”

The cold, fresh scent of sandalwood and rain cut through the thick lavender oil on my collarbone. "Cora," he whispered, his large hand coming down onto my shoulder. I stood up slowly, turning to face him. My fingers slid up his dark sweater, tracing the thick, jagged scar tissue on his left shoulder. Subject B. Confirming the physical reality. "You were in Brooklyn, Rocco," I said, my voice smooth and devoid of any tremor. "You monitored my father's skimming long before Roman ever demanded my contract." Rocco's chest rose and fell in a rapid, heavy rhythm.

Slowly as he became suddenly energized his movement became faster, he didn't forget to add a grunt after each movement. "Luciano might have found you first but I own you Alita" Rocco's voice sound stern, he thrust hard into with a loud grunt causing Alita to whimper "I don't care how long it takes but I will fuck you till you know who you belong to" Hungrily, Rocco's strong hands roam all over Alita's as he explores more to himself than her. He did the groaning while Alita had to whimper and cry helplessly.

’ She demanded eyes flashing, and he smirked grabbing her wrist he pulled her tight to him, ‘Dio sei bellissima, un piccolo gatto di fuoco, quando sei arrabbiato i tuoi occhi diventano dorati, bella tigre’ [God you are beautiful, a little fire cat, when you are angry your eyes turn golden, pretty tigress] She struggled but his grip tightened and he pinned her to the wall kissing her, ‘No, no’ She tried to stop him but he was so strong easily forcing her lips apart and claiming her mouth making her body respond to his, breaking the kiss he stepped back releasing her, ‘I am Francesco, Alessandro is my younger brother and our Father is the Grand Don, Leader of the Italian Mafia in Chicago.’ Lis

“You managed to outshine every other woman in the room in such a… shockingly cheap dress.” He took two more deliberate steps toward her, leaving almost no space between them. “Anyway, my name is Rocco,” he said, leaning close enough for the scent of expensive bourbon and strong cologne to reach her. “And I really want an entanglement with you.” “I don’t want anything with you,” Alessia whimpered, taking another desperate step backward, her hand reaching behind her until her fingers found the cold stone archway.