Giovanni 151 Novels & Stories

she pressed the paper into Giovanni’s hand, “—this is the address.” For a long beat, Giovanni didn’t speak. He unfolded the slip, scanning it, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. A slow smirk curved his lips, dangerous and pleased at once. “Well, well… looks like the great Mr. Kingston’s empire isn’t as clean as he pretends.” Giovanni leaned back in his chair, flicking ash into the crystal tray. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just given me, ragazza?” She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “You’ve handed me his throat.” Giovanni’s voice dropped into a growl, satisfaction bleeding through.

Lucifer paused, “Well, I have a family. That's the difference.” “Oh yeah?” Giovanni said. “You say you have no patience yet you wait for my girl for months and even made negotiations with your enemies to get her back. There was a defeating silence. Then Lucifer asked, “Any word from Riley?” Giovanni’s jaw clenched. “Not a damn thing.” Lucifer chuckled under his breath. “You really think she’s just vanished?” “She’s too proud to crawl back,” Giovanni said bitterly. “She's not proud, just smart,” Lucifer said.

more at the fact that he manage to interest me on his very first day here. Giovanni nodded in understanding "I should go say hi" He was moving towards Adrian before I could stop him. For some reason, the two of them meeting gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. "Hi I'm Giovanni" Gio was saying when I got to them. "Adrian" they shook hands firmly. Although it seems like Adrian's grip was tighter. "I heard a lot about you from my dear Athena" Gio noticed me behind me and tugged me closer "you are Lorenzo's grandson right? Your grandfather is a great man"

Giovanni demands not even giving Lance a backward glance. I look to Lance who smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back at him. I glance down at the table and reach for my notebook opening it up at the last page I previously wrote in. I look for a pen to start taking notes as Giovanni reads the study book out to me. He clears his throat and I look to find he is holding a pencil out to me to take. The pencil feels like an olive branch, which I gladly accept before taking notes down and discussing the subject further.

I said to Giovanni. "Have you ever seen me back down from a fight? Cut the crap Lorenzo." He poured himself more bourbon and gulped it down. If there was one thing about Giovanni,it was the fact that he never backed down from a fight even if he was tired or injured and he'd never skip the chance to kill people. I couldn't help but smile. "That's the spirit," I said. "Now let's go over the plan. I want to make sure we're on the same page."

“Smart?” Giovanni nodded. “Rio said Jovani went to the same school with him, and apparently Cypher was always at the top of his class. And he even over performed in those nationwide tests. He could have gone to college anywhere, and he speaks 3 languages fluently—his accent isn’t that bad either. He’s really smart.” That wasn’t exactly what Gianna wanted to hear. She was just starting to ready herself to forget Dante forever. Now Giovanni was only adding to the reasons why Dante was the best potential partner she had had in forever.

“He’s quite intense in all things, and it’s one of the many things I love about him.” “Am I interrupting?” Domenico said as he entered. Giovanni smiled at his son. “Not at all. I was just introducing Ari to her mother-in-law.” Looking past Giovanni, I noticed another frame on the shelf behind him. It was hard to see, but it was Giovanni with Ileana, and a much younger Domenico sitting on his lap. That was his heart’s true family. Renata was an obligation, and while I was certain he loved the children he had with her, it paled to his feelings for his second family.

“Passengers, the Camerlano family has ordered a closure of Port Saint Giovanni airspace. This flight is delayed indefinitely. All losses will be fully compensated by the Camerlano family.” The cabin stayed silent for three seconds before someone inhaled sharply and another person muttered in disbelief, but no one raised their voice. In a city controlled by the mafia, the name Camerlano meant you could be dissatisfied, but you could not say it out loud. A quiet conversation started behind me. “Who are the Camerlanos looking for to make a move like this?” “I heard something went wrong at the Claiming Rite. The girl the heir chose ran.” “Ran? Who would dare?”

“Good evening, sir. It’s an honor to meet you.” Giovanni’s eyes glimmered with curiosity, and he studied her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter, though she forced herself not to show it. “I am Giovanni Vale,” he said, a slight emphasis in his voice that made it clear he was taking note of her every word. “And you must be the young lady Adrian has brought home.” “Yes, sir,” Elena replied, her voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through her veins. “Elena Rossi.”