Novel & Cerita Giorno Giovanna

“I’m sorry J, this isn’t your fault, and I’m just stressing you out and making extra work for you.” “Not at all, Love. It’s never work taking care of you.” I respond as I pull her legs up onto the sofa and begin massaging her calves and working my way down to her feet. ----- Giovanna just got out of the tub and is getting dressed when I smell an unfamiliar scent. I rush to the door and swing it open just as a tall thin blond woman approaches the door. Then, I realize there is an older man behind her who is also not a member of our pack.

…and…w…why? Why would someone choose hell with their own hands? Luciano turned his gaze at the girl. “Giovanna, è vero? (Giovanna, is this true?)” He asked sternly yet politely; like an elder brother would. The girl whose name I captured Giovanna preposterously shook her head. “No, sta mentendo. Non sono una puttana, Luc. Non posso essere altro che una prostituta! (No, he is lying. I’m not a whore, Luc. I can be anything but a hooker,),” Giovanna whined. I flinched when Nikola ragingly slapped her, with a bellow. Giovanna’s face tossed to the other side and I doubted if her head hadn’t parted from her body.

It was a rainy morning. Giovanna was standing at the window of the hotel where he had stayed the day before. As bad as she might be feeling, she knew she needed to be strong and face reality. She was alone, without a husband and without the only family I had. Gina was leaving.

"Where did you get this? This is only for the staff." "My aunt Jodie gave it to me. You're Calliope, right?" "Yeah, I am," one of her eyebrows rose, "and you are?" "Her niece, Gian Kasdeya" I extended my hand but she did not take it. I put my hand at the side, "aunt Jodie sent me here to tell you that she can't start working today. She broke her arm and needs two months to recover." "Two months! I can't wait that long," she touched her forehead in exasperation.

Giovanni opens the door for me and inside the office sat Vincenzo and a blonde girl wearing an extremely revealing outfit. "Tesoro, come," Vincenzo says, motioning me over to him. I walk over to where he was sitting and he pulls me down to sit on his lap. Giovanni had already left the office so it was just Vincenzo, the random blonde and I. "Vincenzo, who's that?" I ask quietly but the girl still heard me. "I'm Gaia, who are you." She says glaring at me. "My girlfriend,." Vincenzo says, gripping my thigh.

“Which Alpha?” The message made the messenger's mouth go silent. “Vittorio Falcone.” It was very cold in my room inside. I didn't know why. I couldn't have known. However, in the soul of me, Seraphina raised her head. For the first time since our arrival at Gravemont she sounded afraid. Gia. “What?” He found us. My blood went cold. One was the name that could ring a warning bell in this world. Vittorio.

“Lorenzo is a different person now. He cut off all contact with Gianna. She went to his office and caused a massive scene when she ran out of money. In the end, Lorenzo had the family’s made men escort her out. He warned her that if she were to return, he’d tell Don Vitale about everything. Gianna did come back twice, and Lorenzo cut her off completely. “I heard that he’s living alone in the apartment you used to share. He never goes anywhere except to work.” I quietly listened as the steam rose from my coffee mug. This was the moment I had always dreamed of. Lorenzo would snap out of it, cast Gianna aside, and realize what he had been missing. Yet now, even if he changed for the greater goo

“Nonsense. Bianca should have whatever she wants—she is Leone’s sister, and Gianna is a nobody. Bianca, just go up there and take what belongs to you.” Bianca’s eyes lit with instant glee. She glanced over at Lucia, who gave a sharp, approving nod. “Yes, my sweet daughter. Go take whatever makes you happy.” A look of pure determination settled over Bianca’s face. “Right,” she snapped, smoothing her jacket with sharp, agitated jerks. “It’s time someone reminded that greedy pig where she belongs. She’s been forgetting herself lately.” and she turned her eyes toward the staircase leading to Gianna’s bedroom.

There was a brief silence followed by Giovanna wiping a steak of blood off her chin with the back of her hand. “Brutta strega,” she spat in Italian. “You hit like a kitten.” I couldn't help it. I laughed. Even Frisbee laughed. But “Jesus,” I wheezed. “Remind me never to piss her off.” Frisbee smirked. “She's the toughest one in the group.” On the screen, Giovanna dragged Lia to her feet and shoved her towards the waiting officers. “Got her.” Giovanna said breathlessly into the mic. “The real one this time.”

“You’ve got more bite than I expected. Figures… you married my cousin.” I looked at Alessandro then back at Giovanna. “Of course he left that part out.” “Care for a glass?” She asked, raising her glass of red wine on her desk. “I—” “She just got discharged, Giovanna.” Alessandro cut in. “Ohhh, that’s right.” Giovanna’s grin sharpened. “You took the bullet for him, didn’t you? Brave girl. True love, eh?” “More like charity,” I said coolly. Giovanna’s delighted laugh rang out, while Alessandro’s glare could have burned a hole through me.