It Was Me Dio Novels & Stories

They both introduced themselves to which man in the tux replied, "Hello Gentlemen, My name is Dio! I am the acting caretaker of the mansion. Please follow me!" They nodded and entered from the mansion. As they followed him, Colt began to chatter with him asking few casual questions about the place. Dio clarified that the entire place might seem like a huge mansion but was actually a commercial establishment. In just a few seconds, both Creed and Colt noticed that Dio was very strong. His voice was calm and there were no excessive movements in his body language. Despite being just a caretaker, he had a strong aura around him. Fortunately it wasn't hurtful or hostile.

He dare kill Lia. I arrived at my den and was welcomed by my men. Dario was tied to a chair. I grabbed a chair and sat before him. "Wake him up" I ordered one of my men who hit him on his cheeks. "That hurts! Dario cried out. " Hello Dario, remember me? " You .. Serena" "Yes, your worst nightmare at your service" I smirked.

The urgency in his tone conveyed the gravity of the interruption, leaving me even more curious about the visitor who dared to disrupt him. "It's me, Diyo," a voice responded from outside the door. The familiarity in that voice sent a chill down my spine, instantly reminding me of the second person who had forcibly abducted me from my hotel room. "Come in," Clyde's voice rang out, the commanding tone telling the man named Diyo to enter the room. With a subtle shift, Clyde withdrew, creating a physical distance between us, adopting a more upright posture that exuded an air of authority. I watched as Diyo crossed the threshold, my eyes widening in astonishment. "It's you?" I blurted out, unable

“I-I…” “Yeah,” She sighed, looking away from him, “You don't have to say anything, because I already know the answer. You did it for me, you're always doing things for me. It's not fair to you that you can't have a single day to yourself because I'm selfish.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the infamous PA.” What does that mean? “Shut up, Dario,” Mr. Vitale snaps from where he’s standing in the doorway to his office. His eyes flick to me. “Why are you still here?” “I was just about to leave,” I say. I grab my handbag and wait for the men to pass my desk, but Dario stops in front of me. With a playful grin, he holds his hand out to me. “Dario La Rosa. Just let me know when you’re tired of his bullshit. I’m looking for a good assistant.”

Coran's pov. “ It's Dario, that guy with a long facial scar,” he said, panting loudly upon completion of his statement which was a clear sign of how weak he was. “ Are you sure of what you just said? You know the fate that awaits you if you lie to me right?” i threatened but he stood his ground which meant that he wasn't lying. I exchanged a meaningful glance with Luca who nodded in understanding, he changed his drip, checked his response to treatment then we found our way back outside.

Well, I knew I wouldn't have any regrets calling his phone this evening! After a few drinks, I got up and whispered goodbye to Kiel, who is having his dick sucked by some random girl…

"Now we wait for our real target." He stood back and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. As he raised it, something was odd. Off. The movie scene from her dream played in her mind. Vinnie Jones telling the three guys that while their guns had the words 'replica' on the side, his had 'Desert Eagle 0.5.' 'It's not real,' she realised. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it. Knew it in her bones. 'That gun is a replica.'

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.