Novel & Cerita Guilty Gucci Book

Not my baby, please. "Excuse me?" I can't help but snicker, my voice coming out a little strong, I felt Cali nudging me by the shoulders. I understand her reaction though. Again, we were facing some of the respected seniors in the industry. One wrong move and it cause our downfall. But that isn’t any of my concern right now. The man was messing with my favorite GUCCI. Nobody touches my GUCCI. "What?" I looked at her as if I did nothing wrong but the way her eyes widened tells me otherwise.

Grace glared at her in anger and without saying much, she dragged Jessica into the department store. This was the busiest shopping area in city W, with seven or eight large-scale shopping malls nearby, as well as several exclusive stores of top international clothing brands. Grace went shopping almost every week, the standard definition of a shopaholic. "All right, all right, I'll treat you to a meal later to compensate." Jessica smiled. Grace smirked, "You know what's good for you." The summer collection is out, and Gucci has released a new version of their handbag, luxurious yet not lacking in charm. Grace couldn't put it down, but when Jessica looked at the price, it was twenty thousand d

"Not selfish? You kept us from seeing the mafia boss Luca the last time we came. You knew, Bianca. You always knew.... And now you come crawling back with excuses." Bianca's mind stuttered. The mention of Luca twisted like a dagger in her chest, but even that wasn't the most haunting part. Her thoughts drifted suddenly, unbidden, to the memory of the black book. That black book. Her bag had been full, her greed swollen with the possibilities of its sale. And then, just like smoke.. it had vanished. Disappeared, as if fate itself had stripped it from her. If she had sold it to the Atlans, she thought bitterly, she could have been rich and highly respected.

While lounging in the back of my brand-new matte-black Bentley, leather seats cocooning me like royalty on a revenge tour, I stared out the tinted window and thought about Illana. Neon-haired. Loud-mouthed. myWears Gucci spelled wrong and thinks “Fendi” is a personality trait. But let’s be honest—naïve and desperate is exactly the combo I needed right now. I needed a spy. A mole. A clueless little firecracker who could smile, giggle, and leak McLaren gossip like a faulty faucet. And Illana? She wasn’t just qualified—she was practically begging for a luxury leash. I pulled out my old phone—yes, the poor little Nokia survivor with cracked edges and trauma in its pixels. Swapped in the dusty SI

When I opened the door, there it was: a sleek black Gucci box, bold and almost intimidating. I bent down, fingers trembling slightly as I picked it up. It was heavier than I expected, the packaging smooth beneath my palms. When I carried it inside, the faint, intoxicating scent of leather and luxury drifted up before I’d even opened it. “Liam,” I whispered, shaking my head with a soft, incredulous laugh. “What are you doing to me?” I peeled back the packaging, carefully lifting the lid… and gasped sharply when I saw it.

His face is swollen, half purple, half red, lips cracked, eyes fluttering open and shut like they can’t decide whether to beg or die. The other two are strapped to chairs. Cowards. Their sweat stains spread like ink across silk shirts. Gucci. Tom Ford. Expensive fabric that can’t hide the smell of betrayal. And they stink like shit. “You thought you could carve pieces from my empire,” I say as I circle them, slow and deliberate. My tone is low, almost bored. I never raise my voice. Men like this, rats in Brioni suits don’t need shouting. They need consequences. I stop in front of the one with the twitching eye. “Tell me something,” I murmur. “Was it worth it? Stealing from my accounts? Bleed

Though just telling her to lessen the burden of guilt from my chest seemed a better option at that moment. I got up from the seat by the island in the kitchen, went to the cupboard I hid the book in and opened it up, all the while praying for it to be still there. Removing the spice jars, I let out a sigh of relief when the root-locked book caught my gaze. Pulling it out, I took a deep breath and handed the book to Nola who had been watching me baffled. "I did something wrong," I stated. Her frown only deepened as she realized the identity of the book. "Why do you have it, Gisella?"

They line up along the wall, like a jury. A deadly cold descends along my spine. "What... what's happening?" I stammer, taking a step back. "Auracio?" He does not answer. He pulls something from the inner pocket of his jacket. A dark, heavy object, familiar to anyone raised in our world. A pistol. A Beretta 92, sober, deadly. The world tilts. The luxury, the hope, the promised safety... everything cracks and reveals the chasm beneath. "No..." I breathe. "No, please. I'll... I'll leave. I won't say anything. I'll disappear!"

he sighs "But please, return the book. If the council found out that he lost the copy of that book, they will punish him" I stilled on my spot and my body went cold. I slowly lift my head and look at him through the rearview mirror. The council will punish Vicenzo? Is that why Greco is so eager to find it? I mean, yes- Greco is really not approachable but I can see how much he care for Vicenzo and how much he wants to protect him. "Do not trick me, Gordon" I warn him. But he shakes his head. "I told you already, that book is confidential. Greco is accusing you that you stole the book. We need to return it before they found out that you really stole it. I am doing this to protect you" he expl

Her eyes looked down and she asked in a whisper, “What thorough discussion are we going to have?” Dark amusement gripped me and I turned us around, until she was beneath me with my hard côck pressed into her soft folds. “We will get to that later, let me check how much you enjoyed what you heard.” And when I slid deep into her cûnt, my little devil was more than wet. . A. Gupta Note: I added my book in the competition. Don't forget to vote by pressing gems and leave reviews on the 'About the Book' page for other readers. You can check in in 'Devil Mafia with a soft heart'.