Italian Playboy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What’s your interest in the pimp mama?” “Are you dead?” Jay laughed. “Compliments of some turncoats and that Florentine pig—what’s its name—?” “Ill Porcellino,” Duke supplied, continuing to build his personal arsenal. “Yeah, that’s it. Well, thanks to them both, I find myself single, and once we take this place, otherwise unencumbered. After that, I’m in Florence admiring a beautiful woman.” “That woman’s a viper, Jay.” “A viper who looks like she spends twenty hours a week at CrossFit,” his buddy countered huskily. “Bet she looks nice in a bikini.” He grinned slyly. “Or a bedsheet.”

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

Looking at the playboy who was shivering on the ground, she sneered and said, "Heh, how are you feeling now?" "You! Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me?" The playboy's current state made Zion and Evangeline smile. "We don't know." The playboy said very seriously, "Hum, my father is Maximus Dante. If you offend me, wait for my father to kill you." After that, he hurriedly asked his men to run away with him. "Humph! Who is Maximus Dante? Is he very famous?" Evangeline snorted and said casually, but Zion's face changed.

And if I use my brain right I am sure he won't find me. I still can't believe I saved the Mafia king's life. I also found out that man's name. He is a white-collar businessman, really famous, Arcangelo Romano. He is one of the richest men in Italy. He had the face of an angel. Very handsome. Gorgeous even.

She said as she hid her face behind her hands. “That’s what I said before I dated him.” Hannah or Harley or whatever her name was said as she rolled her eyes. Everyone ignored her like she didn’t say anything and she huffed as she went to a separate corner of the room to sit down alone and sulk. “A playboy like that needs a girl like my cousin.” Cassie spoke up. “I mean, just look at Sarah! She’s gorgeous! If she can’t make that guy change his playboy ways, then no one can!” She added in a dramatic voice.

Povetta replied coating her words in sugar. Stefano shot her a sharp look.His jaws twitched as if he was trying to convey that no one defy him. "Yes Boss our life aren't wanted by the Italian mobs,it's yours so technically you should head back to the security circle.Trust me no one wants to harm a playboy and two damsels in distress."Alessandro smirked taking full advantage of his brother's helpless condition among the farm workers. "We aren't damsels in distress.I can cut off half the Italian male population's manhood on my own if they try to harm a hair on our bodies."Povetta flared her nose in anger and for a moment I saw a total opposite side of her. "Language dear cousin."Adam

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I'm starving. "You must be wondering who this handsome healthy man is." He takes a puff and blows the smoke in my face. "My name is Luca Giovanni. I deal drugs for a living. I'm the baddest in the game. Badder than all the drug lords you've seen in movies. I have a lot of powerful friends who are politicians and entrepreneurs and artists. I have a lot of hobbies that make me happy. I love doing yoga. I love doing drugs with my friends. I enjoy orgies with whòres. I also enjoy watching my enemies bleed to death after I'm done butchering them. But my favourite hobby is doing coke on a yacht with some sèxy model sucking my big dìck."

I couldn't blame him, it was only almost 6. "I need you to remove all personal details about me on the internet," I demanded, not bothering to answer his complaints. "And I need a profile of Lucas De Marchi when you get to the mansion. And don't forget my fucking coffee." "Caterin--Wait. Did you say Lucas De Marchi? That gorgeous Italian motherfucking Mafia who runs De Marchi Merchandise?" "Gorgeous? Maybe. Fucking cocky, arrogant bastard? Yes," I hissed. Lucas is gorgeous, I just don't like admitting it. It bruises my ego.