Italian Playboy Novels & Stories

His family needed more land to build more vineyards and to dominate the wine industry in Italy and the Russo needed all the money and newfound status to rid themselves of all the cases leveled against them Claims of money laundering and stolen properties were rife in Italy amongst the rich and the Russo's needed influence and power that might sway influential people to back them up. Even as Leonardo drank his juice, he could not help but feel sickened that he was part of that this family and that he would also be joining another family with even bigger problems than that of his own. 'Mio figlio, would you not be having any wine, I mean we took the liberty of purchasing the best wines from yo

Rude and let's not ever forget absolutely egotistical playboy. "Maria right?" Who was Maria? "No and who are you?" I questioned him even though I knew exactly who he was I wanted to get the words out of him. "I've been here for one week now have you not heard of me? Luciano Martini. Yes, yes I am the son of Emilio Martini, please hold your applause." Self centered cocky bitch. You starting to see that yet or no? For me, I'd saldy dealth with that plenty of times before that at this point I’m just far too used to and tired of seeing it. But to be honest if I was in his position I guess I could see why he’d brag endlessly about himself. I would too. His father is one of the most powerful busin

So caring and attentive to the extent it scares the hell out of me. "You Know sometimes I think he would strangle me in my sleep if I let my guard down. But I guess it was all in my head, Maximiliano Giovanni the rich Italian tycoon is actually a big bear inside. "I'm super ecstastic that am the only person who gets to see this side of him. "Anyway back to the present, as the baby keeps getting bigger the urge to go shopping for some maternity clothes and baby clothes increases. Okay fine, that's not the real reason. Even after discovering Max's new trait he's still super protective and never let's his guard down.

“It's really strange that rumors could come to that, but Evan has never appeared in the media, actually. What often appears is Chris, his accomplice.” “If it's old pervert it probably means my father,” said Syila suddenly remembering her aunt's story that Raffa was a disgusting perverted playboy. Even though she doesn't believe it, the news of her father's playboyness is well known everywhere. “Uncle Raffa used to be a playboy?” Jake glared. “Don't joke, it seems that now he's a workaholic and even loves his wife's children, there's no way he used to be a playboy, right?”

SIN POV. "PL...please, have mercy." What an asshole. If he thought his pitiful plea was going to make me spare his pitiful life, he was so fucking wrong. He had already messed up when he tried stealing money from me and passing information to my enemies. I am the fucking boss of the Italian Mafia. Even when people hear my name, it sends a shiver down their spine. They would piss their fucking pants just by the sound of my name. Nikolai Violenta

Of all guys out there, my heart decides to chose a playboy, and not just any playboy, it's the same playboy I made a deal not to fall in love with. Fuck, no.

The money would not be an issue for them anymore. "Sabby…back to earth…hello!" Victoria snapped her fingers in front of Sabrina who was lost in her imaginary world. Sabrina blinked as she got out of her trance of her brilliant future. “Velenoso. Is it an Italian name?" "Yup. That's the main attraction I have with him. He is an Italian. His name literally means Poisonous and I want to meet this lethal man." Victoria scoffed. "Well good luck to you. As far as I know, these mobsters are some fifty-year-old grandpa's."

“Poor thing? That is what you call a puppy who has been abandoned by his master. But me?” “Well, sometimes you act like one,” I shot back, narrowing my eyes playfully. “Excuse me?” He feigned offense, sitting up slightly, with his eyes open. “I am the head of the Morelli family. The most feared man in Italy. I don’t act like a puppy.” “Mm-hmm,” I said, arching my eyebrows. “But when you snuggled into my lap like that, I swear I heard you whimper” “I didn't,” he said.

I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that. "Um, Jasmine, I warn you, he's Nicholas Sokolov, the young Italian boss who is known to be cold and ruthless. He's not some naive guy who will keep thinking about you after you spill a drink on his shirt. The tricks in the movies you watch won't work on him!" Bastian looked at me straight in the eye. I swallowed my saliva roughly and took a deep breath. I didn't think that far; really, my experience with men was very minimal.

I hope. “Adrianna!” I recognize Mario’s voice as he walks into the suite. He pulls me into his arms and I am assailed by the scent of a mix of made cologne and stored female perfume. Mario—my fiancé—is the quintessential, cliché fuck boy. Fast cars, easy money, fast women. He is the second son of Luca Lombardi, the patriarch of the Lombardi family. He is spoiled and willful, forcing his parents to fix whatever mistakes he makes with money. So far, they have covered up a bullying scandal, a hotel scandal, and several assault and sexual harassment cases. He is handsome in a boyish way and he has long, thin limbs. His blue eyes are usually unfocused and look washed out. His mother says it's str