Italian Playboy Novels & Stories

~Thomas~ A trifecta of perfection- Wealth, Sophistication and Charisma I sat in my opulent office, surrounded by the finest artwork and lavish furnishings, puffing on my cigar as I reminisced about my vast wealth. The smoke swirled around me, carrying the sweet scent of success. My eyes, piercing and calculating, gazed out the window, overlooking the city skyline. As the founder and CEO of Velox Aviation and Motors in short, VAM, I had built a business empire that dominated the luxury landscape.

The thoughts that any of the foolish gambler would own her fueled my own response, making me propose the most ridiculous of prices “Fify million euros,” I blurted out. The entire room fell silent and all eyes fell on me. It might look too much to spend at once but it was nothing for me; Salvatore Niccolo. The youngest of the Niccolo family, a long line of bloodthirsty,ruthless Mafia in Italy. I rule alongside my brothers Stefano and Vittorio, they love me and wouldn't mind me spending that much for fun, for something I wanted to own.

I heard his name was Valentino De Luca, he's Italian. "Mr. De Luca is here." We immediately got up from our seat to welcome him. The door opened and the man entered. My eyes widen and my breath got hitch. I turned to Franco who was as speechless as me. Valentino De Luca is Angelo Vander. Angelo Vander is Valentino De Luca. Angelo landed his eyes on me and he smirked. He turned to Franco smirking knowing that Franco didn't see it coming. If Angelo is Valentino De Luca then.. it means he's the Italian Billionaire who rumoured to be a part of ILLICIT.

I swerve on to the exit ramp and see Mario shaking his head with a small smirk. "You drive home then," I chuckle as he adjusts the hat over his face. Translation: fratello: brother Stronzo: asshole Figlio di puttana: son of a bitch Papà: dad arriviamo: we come Musica: music Bambino: child sta' zitto: shut up Promettere: to promise

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.

“Pardon?” Lucian turned to face him fully now, his expression unreadable. “Whatever you’re asking for her, I’ll pay it. Triple, if I have to. She leaves with me.” The man’s smile faltered. “You can’t just—” “I can,” Lucian said. “And I will.” The Godfather studied him for a long moment, his amusement fading into something colder. “You always did have expensive tastes, Moretti.” Lucian didn’t reply. He simply reached into his jacket, pulled out his wallet, and dropped a black card on the table. The sound of it hitting the glass echoed through the room.

He still doesn’t voice it as question, and it does nothing aggravate my raging temper. “Yeah, a guy like you.” I tell him, “Word on the street says you’re no better than the man I just left upstairs.” Word on the street says worse. Luciano Roman. Billionaire bachelor playboy. He’s never been seen with the same woman more than once. And that was insane to analyze, considering I’d never seen Luciano in all the years I’ve known him with out a female dangling like a trophy on his arm. Except now.

SNEAK PEAK OF MY UPCOMING DARK ROMANCE NOVEL TITLE: AUCTIONED TO THE RUTHLESS, ITALIAN DAREDEVIL. *** He is Edoardo Vicenzo, son of Dante Vicenzo. They called him the most dangerous man in Italy, the boss of all bosses, the leader and owner of men. He had everything he could ever want… money, cars, women. Everything. While I, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to my name.

And the cruel man downstairs, he was everything I wanted to forget. Cold. Dark. Ruthless. The King of Italy. The Vitale twins ruled over the island of Sicily but Fabiano? He was the King of the rest of Italy. That didn’t end there. He was an arms dealer. He had factories, illegal organizations making the deadliest weapons. He sold them to anyone who made the highest bid. Even he sold them to terrorists. How many deaths were on him? Probably more than a person can keep record of. My trembling limbs carried me to the steel rails, I looked down at the scene in front of me. I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.

"His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer." I looked at his picture. He was the typical Italian criminal. A masculine, muscular handsome man who was thinking he was the king of the world. I couldn't wait to put him in jail. "You are asked to get closer to him." he continued. "What kind of closeness?" I asked.