Novel & Cerita Italian Audiobook

I answered with so much rage boiling in me. “Who the fuck..” “Hello, Mr America.. Oh, I mean Mr Vegas..” I removed the phone from my ear, stared at it in disgust, and placed it back on my ear.. “Who the hell is this? And who is Mr America?” “Ah.. Is this a wrong number?” The man had a very strong and disgusting Italian accent, it was killing me, but I had to see the end of it. “What was your first thought? It's definitely a wrong number.. I'm not your audience, Mr Italian..”

I heard Padrino’s heavy breathing as he approached the SUV again, seething before he climbed into the front passenger seat. He didn’t look back as he raised his phone to his ear. The seat beside him filled before the SUV pushed backwards. “Voglio che questo posto vada a fuoco entro i prossimi cinque minuti.” (Italian: I want this place up in flames within the next five minutes.) *Penelope’s POV*

I wanted to taste him! “Miss?” His voice snapped me out of my daze, and I smiled awkwardly. “Hello! Welcome to Paradiso Galleria. My name is Luca Fabbri,” he said, extending his hand. Ohh… He’s Italian! No wonder his sex appeal was off the charts! I’d never been with an Italian before. I had slept with a Frenchman once during a trip to Paris. He had a huge package, but sexually, he was disappointing. But I’d heard Italian men had mad skills in bed, though they were also notorious womanizers.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Judah open his mouth to say something but he shut himself on and picked up his laptop. Luckily for me, I ended up falling asleep and woke up a few minutes before we touched down. We exited the plane and a driver was waiting for us. "Mr. Bianco, welcome back." The tall bald Italian driver said, he had a scar above his left eyebrow and his muscles were almost busting through his suit. "Nico, it's good to be back. This is my wife, Aurelia. Take her back to the house. Gio is driving me to the office." My head whipped around.

Ripples of hot energy soared through my body and I moaned, Nikolai swallowing the sound with a harsh groan, his teeth pulling at my bottom lip. "Сэр--" someone interrupted one of the guards. "Aye! Stronzo apra la porta del cazzo. Ho aspettato un'intera ora del cazzo!" The angry male shouted. (Aye! Asshole open the fucking door. I've been waiting for a whole fucking hour!) I giggled at the person's impatient utterances and somehow, I felt funny at the sound of his voice. Didn't recognize it but I wanted to know who was the owner of the pissed rough Italian accented voice, it amused me in a way that I couldn't explain.

After a while , I started feeling sleepy again I strolled into a room and crashed on the bed It didn't take me long before I fell asleep * * * I heard a familiar Italian voice beside me making me wake up Then, there was a hand rubbing my left thigh tenderly Diego I giggled inwardly and decided to enjoy the moment He was on a call with someone and I couldn't understand what they were saying because he was speaking Italian And despite spending almost all my life in Italy, I still don't know how to speak the language His hands move up a little making me bite my lips Then he ended the call and started doing something with his phone his hands continued moving up and down my thighs I swallowed har

My only comfort was that the security had let them in, so Luca's men must have trusted them to let them in. "Would you offer us a place to sit?" The dark-haired man said, and I snapped out of my thoughts and offered them seats. The men they came with excused us, leaving the three of us. "We couldn't reach him on the phone. Do you know where he went?" The dirty blond-haired man asked, and even though I knew, I shook my head. After all that happened, I did not know who was out to get Luca. "My name is Aldo Moretti, and that's Castelo Ricci," The dark-haired man said, and I knew I had heard their names in several conversations Luca had with Gerald. I smiled at them and welcomed them. I linked M

The man removed his sunglasses, stared Aurora head to toe and walked towards her. “Are you blind or are you stupid?” he asked her, his arrogance clearly matching the price he paid for the sports car. He looked at Aurora as though she was nothing more than a peasant and she was used to seeing men like him but living with the Romano’s had made Aurora forget that men like him existed. “I beg your pardon?” she asked, insulted that he would ask her such a question. “You heard what I said” he leaned in as he spoke to her, his breath reeking of alcohol. Even as he spoke English, it could not cloud his thick Italian accent.

AURELIA The first time I saw the Moretti brothers, one of them had a gun pressed against my cousin’s temple. Caterina was beyond terrified, her lips trembling as tears streamed down her face. She kept trying to wipe at the snot and tears with the back of her hand, but it only made her look more disheveled. “What did you just say?” Leone Morretti asked, bending so he was eye level with Caterina, the gun never leaving her skin. From the way he looked at my cousin, I could tell he was furious, and barely keeping his anger contained.