Guilty Gucci Book Novels & Stories

Vincenzo asked. I swallowed. “Ferrante’s bookkeeper. He used that reversed symbol to mark shipments that weren’t meant to appear on any ledger. Ever.” The silence among the men was immediate. “So the illegal cargo is in that crate,” Paolo said. “No,” I whispered. “The illegal accountant is.” Vincenzo’s expression sharpened. “Alive?” “Yes.” Giovanni whistled. “Well damn.” Mario grinned. “Bianca, I think I’m starting to like you.”

This was her first time being at a Gucci store and she was very much nervous but she knew she would have to hide her nervousness and act normal. With a huge intake of breath, Darling calmed her racing heart and followed Morgan in. As Darling stepped into the Gucci store, she was immediately enveloped in a world of luxury and sophistication. The sleek, modern interior was adorned with gleaming marble floors, polished chrome accents, and rich wood paneling. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling shelves, showcasing the iconic brand's latest collections of handbags, shoes, and accessories.

He was breaking the deal. “We will have Gucci on Ice.” He intoned in a rough tone, causing the little guy to bow, and then turned around to a locked safe behind the stack of alcohol bottles. As soon as he was out of earshot, I clutched the lapels of Duncan’s coat before pulling him in on me.

The next morning, I skipped the subway chaos. A sleek black Bentley was already curbside. The driver stepped out, gave a respectful nod, and held the door like I was royalty or something. I hit Gauthier Corp HQ a solid thirty minutes early. No visitor line for me—I swiped in and took the CEO's private elevator straight to the top. Ding. Haisley stood at the office door, rocking a killer designer suit that screamed boss energy. She scanned me once, nodded. "Not bad. You finally look like a Gauthier."

“How about forty each? I promise I’ll come back here all the time.” “Ma’am, those are all imported…” “So this is already cheap?” Charlene muttered. “Oh my God…” “We’ll pay,” Saviel said, handing over a black card. Outside the store, Wency faced her. “I thought you were rich. Daddy chose you, right? But you look like a beggar who can’t even afford Gucci.” “Gucci?” Charlene asked, confused. The children laughed and walked ahead. “What’s Gucci?” she asked Saviel.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

Guilty THE pounding of my heart was unbearable. Its rhythm was so deafening that I couldn't hear anything else. Would I actually say yes? If I did, I would be indulging in another taste of him. Suddenly, a part of the book I had been holding slipped from my grasp, jolting me awake from my dazed state. We both gazed at the thick cover of the torn book, its pages falling apart. "Sh*t!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. He snatched the book from my hand and swiftly stood up.

He has a room full of high heels and nothing else to show for it. Tatiana, on the other hand, is a total sucker for Gucci, and only Gucci. Everything from her bags to her shoes and all of her Gucci accessories is Gucci. Even her pillow and blanket are Gucci. When I asked Gucci's CEO to create what he desired, he agreed, and all of the new Gucci things are named Tatiana, after one of the first women to get them.

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Kira growled. “Oh fuck” Guila cussed under her lips as she stood up from the couch. “I'm sorry. Take care, we will talk later.” Guila said as she walked away. Kira fired a deadly stare at me before heading out of the room with Guila. I reclined on the couch and sighed wondering what possibly Antonio might have gone through. I picked up the book I had picked from the shelf. I realized it was an Italian book that teaches Italian. I started flipping through the pages even though the words in it made my head ache. A picture fell on the floor out from the book. I picked it up and saw a picture of a lady. She was so beautiful with dark curly long hair. I looked behind it, there was a write-up.