Italy X Novels & Stories

'' He ends up shrugging. ''But why Italy?'' I point out with my index finger. I look down, massaging my temples. This isn't calming me down. From all the places in the world, he chose Italy. Freaking Italy. ''It's just an eight hour flight.'' Alex mutters under his breath. ''Exactly.'' I bite my lower lip, holding my chin, ''When are we going?'' I raise an eyebrow at him. Alex's grin went wide instantly, ''Actually—'' He lifts up his hand, looking down at his wrist watch, ''Now.''

Aurelio said as he started taking slow menacing strides towards Xavier, who was nodding his head negatively as he tried pleading with him. "Please," Aurelio's eyes darkened. "Let me go. It wasn't my intention to kill you. It was someone who paid us a huge sum." "Who?" Aurelio asked, still walking towards him. "I don't know, nobody knows, please spare my lie, I'm begging you," Xavier begged, tears slipping from his eyes. "The devil does not have a heart," Xavier's eyes grew wide again as he figured out he was Aurelio, the most feared mafia in the whole of Italy.

"Then what was that?" Liam hesitates. "Only those two british fucks Jax and Hayes will go behind my dad's back. They said they can meet us in Italy on their way back from Croatia in three days." My jaw drops. "We're going to Italy!?" I exclaim. He nods, "Hayes may not be in charge of the British shit yet, but he sure as hell does more than his father." I take a minute to process the fact we are going to Italy. "Where are we going?! Sicily? Rome??" I ask like an excited puppy.

That seems to have woken Zamiel from his shocked. “I—Italia!” He rushed to her side, but she hold up her hand. “N—no.” Her throat was throbbing. “I don’t need any of your pity, you Salvadors!” Zamiel looked at her sadly, but he did not speak a single word. It was as if he could understand where her anger was coming from. “And you.” Italia picked herself up without any help. “You hated this marriage, right?” Gustavio remain silent, but he was breathing hard.

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

“a beautiful woman like you, shouldn’t be sitting alone looking lost in a place like this” She’d heard that line before, she swallowed the last of her drink. “let me get you another one”, he signaled the waiter and a got a bottle, he opened the bottle and poured her a drink in the gentle manly way. “here”. “so tell me, Amore mio, what is your name”, he said. Oh god, another Italian, what was it with her and Italian men for goodness sake “only if you tell me yours”, dear lord was she flirting, she never thought she still had it in her but screw it, Domingo was having fun with a bimbo, she might as well have fun and sharpen her skills, who knows may be she stills got it.

she said and I knew she was doing it out of fear, that damn goblin is still going to pay me back. "No!, I told you that when she was with us, I would never let them go again and I will keep it." "Where are we going?" "To the airport, we're going to Italy, out of this miserable country." 'Lorenzo?" she said nervously and I took her face in my hands and said sure of myself. "It's over, Fiorella, leave the past behind and we live a new future between us and our daughter, you are still my wife my wife, Darian has no legal right over you."

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."

A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive. "What does that one mean?" I asked pointing to the strange words clearly in Italian. "It means to seduce and destroy," He simply stated, grabbing the hand that was tracing his tattoos and placing a kiss on my knuckle, awarding me a genuine smile. He then leaned in, plunging into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands cupped my breast, squeezing my hardened nipple through my shirt. I tugged at his hair with desire.

Now, he wished she’d just relax and enjoy herself with him. It had taken a couple days, but without any other options for entertainment, he’d begun to see the appeal of such a trip. And not merely to an extreme introvert like the Maddox woman. Italy was dripping with history and culture, architecture and art. Its narrow, winding streets and sweeping vistas drew you in, seducing you with the lavish feel of it all. Capturing you with the romance of the place.