Italy X Germany Novels & Stories

“Wasn’t. We were in Germany. For Oktoberfest. Return flight was diverted to Florence, then cancelled for two days due to weather.” “So you made the most of it?” He patted his lean, hard belly and she viciously suppressed her whimper of blatant lust. “Damn good wine and the best pasta I’ve ever eaten, even if it did make me fat.” He gave her a flirtatious wink and she nearly fell out of her chair. Caitlyn gave a derisive snort. “‘Fat’. Who worries about fat when they’re going to Italy? I’m looking forward to making the most of those.”

Abraham’s eyes flickered up at that, something thoughtful crossing his expression. “And Italy?” Emilia asked. “How do you see its role evolving in the next decade?” I paused only long enough to appear reflective, not distracted. “Italy has always been adept at adapting without losing its core,” I said. “Its strength lies in quiet negotiations, not loud declarations.” A hum of approval moved around the table. “You have quite the knowledge, more than your age.” Diego’s tone hummed with approval. I smiled only. And that was what I kept doing for the next couple moments…

Dante says. "You better not cheat on her. Anyway, she is a lot like me and her mother. She knows exactly what we will do in a situation like that. What can we say? We are Italian. We are passionate people. You see, you are also very warm-blooded, and you would not like your wife to have an affair with another man. No Italian would like to see their partner cheating on them. We have the most wonderful fights, but we also have the best makeup sex," I laugh.

Vitale leant on the table, speaking with a smirk, " I know that you are eyeing the tetra 52 guns of Italy for a year but no gang has come forward to assist you from Italy. I have an ally over there and we can make a partnership only if you allow me to use your western territory. That mountain area is only the way to pass the materials."

Why not, her voice is enough distraction. 'Think about it, Italy is the one place they will never carry their madness war to because it is where you base. Just like Ursula, if they aren't here in Italy, they will be in a country all three of them hate or will never suspect.' She muffled as she gulped down the wine. I stood up and walked to her. 'Why would they leave?' 'They are probably dating people they shouldn't, another girl must be among them, check and report back to me. I'll check from my own… Ok, that's enough alcohol, you dumb ass!'

With barely anyone in the restaurant, the only audible sounds were from the conversation on the table and clatter of dishes as servers passed. “Yes, so we'll leave for Italy tomorrow as planned so we can prepare for the launch” Julien muttered. “Italy?” Elsida inquired, trying to mask the shock on her face. She knew they were going to be visiting different countries but she didn’t expect it so soon. Then again, Julien never deemed it fit to inform Elsida of any plans before making them. “Yes Italy” Julien rasped, casting Elsida a warning glare. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom,” Elsida says, standing up abruptly.

Not in Italy. Right?

A mischievous grin spread across my face as we drove past her home. In Italy, secrets never stay buried for long. And neither do grudges.

so was Demir… but Bianca and her family are Italians. It had to be a coincidence.

he offers his hand out and I reluctantly shake it and watch after him as he turns his back and walks away. “Fucking Italians” Diego muttered with a smirk and a shake of his head in disbelief. That was, unexpected and a turn in tonight’s events that I had never seen coming, I wasn’t sure on Bellino’s sudden need to join our families, I do know one thing and that was “Lucien can not find out until after the Trevisani’s leave” I spoke my thoughts aloud, that is just a war waiting to happen.