How To Fight Giovanni Novels & Stories

"You. Are. Mine!" Glaring at him, I lashed out and tried to push him away, shoving his chest with all my might, but he stood there like an unmoving boulder, not budging an inch. Icy rage overcame my emotions as I growled in annoyance, slapping my hands against his chest. Instead of getting ticked off and punishing me, Giovanni stood there and took my beating. He let me hit his chest and watched as I kept trying to push him away from me. Even though he could have easily stopped me, he just stood there with a disappointed and almost sad frown.

It’s either do or die. I put the very last energy and sprinted towards Giovanni, who was smirking and ready to grab me. Just as I came close, I threw myself to the ground and slid between Giovanni’s legs. “What the fuck?” I quickly got up on my feet, and before he could fully turn around to face me, I kicked him. Right in the crotch.

“You don’t know anything!” Behind them, a heavy thud echoed. John had already launched himself at the remaining guards. Claws clashed. Bodies slammed. The fight turned brutal in seconds one guard swung hard, catching John across the side, but John barely staggered before driving forward again, slamming him into a pillar. A growl ripped from his chest as he tore into them, fast and relentless. Evelyn’s attention snapped back. Giovanni leaned closer to his mother, his expression twisting with something dark.

Xavier stumbled back, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected them to move together like that, Russell striking hard and fast,Giovanni blocking and countering every single move before it even fully happened. “You’ve trained well,” Russell admitted, his voice low and almost reluctant. “But even smart girls can’t run from blood forever.” Giovanni’s jaw tightened. “Blood doesn’t mean ownership. And smart girls survive.” The fight picked up. Blades clashed, every move quick and sharp. Russell’s hand brushed her shoulder as he moved past, but she spun around and swept her dagger close to his chest, not to kill, just to warn.

Being trained by experts in jujitsu since childhood and mastering many other forma of combat were irrelevant in a fight with no rules, against aggrieved and muscular men, and Giovanni Colpani was finding this out first hand, as, he was being tossed around by the four brutal men who'd waylaid him at the pub. Presently, their boss, the man who'd thrown the first punch at him, had hoisted him up into the air and slammed him down onto one of the tables, instantly splitting it in two, and leaving Gio writhing in pain.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

" Lennox swallowed. His lips trembled—anger, shame, confusion swirling together. But he didn't speak. He nodded. And when he turned back toward the ring, his movements were no longer tense— they were focused. Now he wouldn't let anything—or anyone—pull him from why he was here. And Paolo Gerini didn't know it yet— but what was coming... wasn't just a punch. It was an answer. The break ended. The referee signaled. Paolo Gerini stood, breathing heavily, slowly straightening in the corner. His coach whispered hurried instructions into his ear—last-minute tactics— But Paolo's face already showed the realization: this fight wasn't going to plan. His chest rose. But at the corner of his eye... a t

Then she yanked her arm back and said, low enough that only I could hear: “You really want to do this here.” “Yes,” I said. Out loud. “Actually.” I took the beanie out of her other hand. She grabbed for it back. I don’t remember deciding to scream. I just did. And then I lunged. What followed was not clean or quiet or anything like the confrontation I’d been playing out in my head since September. Her nails caught my cheek, a fast bright sting. My hand found a fistful of her hair and I pulled with everything I had, all of it, all the months of it, and Tahni Haughton screamed.

He was exhausted and couldn't wait to get home and go to bed. Giovanni got into his car, and as she was about to start his car, he felt cold metal against the side of his head. Immediately, Giovanni lifted his hands and turned to see who held the gun. Normally, Giovanni would fight them off because he did boxing, but when he saw who it was, he didn't even try to fight. "Don't try anything stupid, or I will shoot you." Giovanni nodded and put his hands on the wheel as the gun lowered.

He landed a blow to my jaw, stars bursting behind my eyes, but I welcomed the pain. It reminded me why I was fighting. I surged upward, flipping us and pinning him briefly. “You should have killed me when you had the chance,” I growled. He laughed breathlessly. “You would not dare.” I slammed my fist into his face. Once. Twice. Blood spattered. Giovanni screamed, “Enough!” I rose slowly, breathing hard, towering over Guapo as he struggled to his feet. “This pack is burning,” I said. “And it is because of you.”