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"Don't worry baby, Lorraine is here for you." "Where have you being all my life?"I joked. "Italy. I've been in Italy all your life until we met five years ago," she replied with a smile. "Thank you for everything Lorraine." "ok, ok smettila di comportarti da stupido(ok, ok, stop acting stupid)"Lorena replied in Italian and stuck her tongue out in a playful manner. "se sono io quello stupido, allora sei tu Quello pazza(if I'm the stupid one, then you are the crazy one), "I replied to her and stuck my tongue out. We're both adults but acting like little children.

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.

"Today we usher in a new era. For decades, we have fought the Lupo-Mortale Pack losing our fathers, brothers, relatives and loved ones. Now we have their legendary Alpha Julian Romano here with us on his knees and we shall show no mercy. The way they have shown none in the past. Today we make history and break the pathetic hold of the Lupo-Mortale." The warriors cheered, raising their fists, stomping their feet and hailing their Alpha.

(I told you that the Italians wouldn't work with you. I was sitting in my office sulking over losing another opportunity to expand the business and make more money. I had just heard about how the Italians I sought to work with were now working with Adam. How did that man attract so many business partners? Most importantly, what kind of name was The Devil Dog? That sounded so stupid. "No hay necesidad de lanzar eso en mi cara." (There's no need to throw that in my face.) "Lorenzo, ¡necesitas crecer! Empiece a trabajar más en la construcción de alianzas."

He frowned at his mother, “That’s what Daddy calls Uncle Adriano. And he calls Uncle Vincenzo... Bitchenzo!” Vincenzo’s head snapped around so fast I heard something crack in his neck. “He calls me what?” Dante leaned in, grinning. “What does he call me, little man?” Cristiano thought for a second. “Uncle Gigolo.” Dante scowled immediately and pointed a finger at himself, “I’m the gigolo? Me? With his manwhore résumé, I’m the gigolo?!” “Wait, wait,” Cristiano added, holding up a tiny finger, “Uncle Luca is Uncle Lick-a-Balls, Uncle Raphael is Uncle Rimjob, and Uncle Silvio is... Uncle Glitterdick!”

he responded. “Perhaps it's our family genealogy,” Jose said. “No shit, Sherlock,” Luciano rolled his eyes. “There's a De Luca crest on the cover. Of course it's ours.” He shook his head. “Oh,” Jose chuckled awkwardly. As Luciano searched through pages, tracing his fingers along each, he suddenly stopped. His expression darkened, and he glanced at me. “W-What…is it?” I asked, a bit nervous. Why was he acting that way?

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.

“I've really messed up, haven't I?” “Lorenzo... maybe you should change this attitude of yours,” Sunny prompted with a wince. “No, I won’t... You don't know what's going on here and you're not going to,” Lorenzo informed Sunny with bleak satisfaction. “Isn't it fortunate that when I'm drunk, I talk in Italian? No, dear Sunny. What this is all about will be one mystery you never manage to solve.” “You might rethink that, Lorenzo. One word will show you that I know more than you think... And that word is Mia,” she murmured with measured female superiority before she drifted off.

"That's more like it." Romanelli laughed. "He's talking with that girl he's arrapato for." Riccio chuckled. I glared at them. "I'm not arrapato!" Arrapato, the classic Italian term for horny-actually I was, but I'm not going to admit it to a bunch of old farts. "I remember my first letter," Romanelli mused. "Oh, the naughty things she wrote could make a man's head swoon. All this technology ruined the whole thing. Kids these days can't express themselves properly without using those, uh, emojis?"