Italian Alphabet Lore Comic Studio Novels & Stories

That soft, low chuckle that made you forget he had blood on his cuffs and your phone in his pocket. “Did you know they all had tell-tails about them?” he said, voice easy, casual. “Gianni twitches his eye when he lies. Matteo stutters on vowels. Capo Lorenzo? Sweats like a pig under heat lamps.” He speared another bite of fish. “And you, rabbit… you go very still. Like you’re waiting to hear the nuclear explosion.” I didn’t answer. Not with my mouth, anyway. He reached into his linen jacket like he was pulling out another bad joke. Or a gun. And slid something across the table.

In Italy, everyone was familiar with the name, Stefano De Luca, Luca Alvarez, and Milo Montez, the three Death brothers. Milo smoothed his white dress, finally discarding the feminine voice he'd been using, twirling his knife, he grinned at Gambino. " You wanted attention on your dick, didn't you? Why don't I give you all the attention you need, starting with these disgusting lips" Milo struck the knife into Gambino's lips, slicing them in half, Gambino let out a painful shriek as blood splurted all over. " I told you he'd destroy this fucker's lips" Luca's eyes shone with excitement at the sight of the blood, picking up his golden lighter, he stalked towards Gambino

He was stunned by my question because he thought I would know it since it was written in Italian. “I get the look on your face. The truth is, I can't even speak Italian to save my life,” I admitted. It was needless, but I needed to be honest just to get some piece of information. “Clearly!” He nodded to mock me. “To start with, my name's Stefano, and I suggest you stick to that. I don't enjoy you whistling at me every godforsaken time,” he warned me. “Aye Sire,” I saluted.

The next day, Luca greeted me with his usual cheerful energy. “Morning, Selene!” He waved the flashcards in his hand. “Are you ready for today’s practice?” I nodded shyly and sat at the table. We worked on simple words again. Eat. Happy. Afraid. Hurt. Alpha. That last one made me pause. I stared at it, the letters blurry for a second. Luca noticed. “Alpha,” he said gently. “That word means a lot, doesn’t it?” I nodded again. Slowly.

Mysterio once told me his name is cool and truly this is the coolest name I have ever heard, hell I never knew someone will bear Alpha as a name. "Alpha" I said still surprised. "It's spelled ALFA, thought still the same meaning with Alpha but my name is Italian while Alpha is Greek" he cleared it for me. "Wow" "Yes, I always feel the pride when I introduce myself, like I am the beginning" he said as he savoured the feeling. "Egomanic" I said and he smiled, I checked the time its almost 6pm and I need to break my fasting. "We have been starting here for a while now, why don't we go somewhere and talk" he suggest and it made me all giddy up.

" It read: A + A + A +C=NL Most of the pack would not have understood that. Jesse on the other hand had done a lot of research on the Paglione family. She had gone over the information that they had on them over and over. It wasn't a lot, but what she did know was that the letters were names. Anthony, Athena, Anthony, and C was Alyssa. The Pagliones had one child AJ. Anthony Junior. If in fact, the C was Alyssa then they had found out that she was in that pack. At least that was what they were hoping. NL must stand for Cosa Nostra Lupus.

My voice was steady. “Hello, Uncle Lucian. I want you to stop Spring Winery’s next batch of transport from Italy to Ireland. All their sea batches. Cancel everything.” The line clicked and my order was acknowledged. Alberto staggered back a step, his face paling. Then, almost like a man trying to cling to dignity, he forced out a laugh. “So… you have been pretending like you can't talk. It will be so much fun if I call your mom and let her know her son was pretending to be mute.” He scoffed

"It’s... it’s fine! It’s the thought that counts!" Luca wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead. "See, Capo?! Doc loves our salty rock steak! It builds character!" "Get out of my sight before I execute you," Dante snapped, though the corner of his lips twitched with suppressed amusement as he looked at me laughing so hard I was clutching my stomach. "Retreating! Enjoy the romantic disaster, Boss!" Luca yelled, grabbing Alex by the shoulder as the three of them quickly bolted back up the wooden steps toward the villa.

I said unable to believe Alexa wasn't just a skilled airhead. "Yeah. It was a good deal. One I'm sure Luca hates every day," Felix said with a chuckle. I shook my head and turned back the the papers. "Come on Luca. You know I'm better than her. I've worked with you longer. Plus, you don't trust her do you?" I heard Alexa whine as Luca finally joined the rest of us. "Alexa, sta 'zitto (shut up)," Luca snapped. Alexa looked confused for a second. Why doesn't she know Italian? It's the language most mafias are centered around. I guess I could take back the comment about her being smart.

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.