James Amendola Novels & Stories

"What do we do?" "Don't worry too much, it's dark here, you won't be seen. You have to wait a while after we are gone, to slip out. You can't be seen with us, you know that. I'll have her draw attention on our way out," James said, taking a sip of his beer. He waved Amanda over and she came and sat with them. "Aren't you David Richards?" "Amanda, did you see the news," James cut in. She hissed,

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

James saw Amanda Reed holding the perfectly cleaned garment she'd stained at the Moonlight Lodge. "I never wear washed clothes," James said coldly. "Throw it away." Amanda stared in shock. The robe was worth more than most wolves' annual hunting rights, yet he dismissed it like trash. "Thank you for your kindness, Alpha Foster," she managed, bowing low. James nodded slightly and walked past without another word. When Elara arrived moments later, she found Amanda watching James's departing SUV with calculated interest. "He's going to the Silver Moon venue for his engagement," Amanda mentioned casually.

“No… it wasn’t.” James spread his hands, leaning forward. “Then think about it, boss. The signs are all there. They’re the same woman. Your first love the one you thought was dead, she’s been right here all along. You’ve been walking past her, working near her… and you never knew.” Damien’s voice turned hoarse. “You’re saying… Amelia Stone is Adrianna Rodriguez.” James nodded slowly. “Yes, sir Damien’s jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is too much.” He rubbed his temples, trying to think. “But wait who paid for her surgery in Switzerland? That kind of operation costs a fortune.”

Dad said as he shook James hands and kissed Amanda on the back of her hand. "Thank you for coming. Isn't this Alexia?" James asked, giving me a soft smile. "The one and only," I replied, extending my hand for the man to shake which he did. "The most dangerous woman in the mafia world," he mused, "never thought you'd come." James spoke with a huge smile on his face. My eyes automatically flickered to my dad who was wearing a smile on his face. "I've heard a lot about you, dear. I've heard that you're a dangerous beauty." Amanda said and chuckled as we shook hands.

Robinson laugh while James stared at her weirdly. "Why would she accept someone she barely knows just because she needs a sister?" He thought. Then Nina looked at him and he quickly looked away, feeling shy. "Auntie Amanda, who is he?" Nina asked with a sheepish smile. "His name is James, my boss's son who I tutor. " Amanda said. James managed to look up and said hi before looking away. "You can say hi too to him in return," Amanda said to Nina and then smiled at Bella before rubbing her hair.

So, when I looked at the reports, my thought was confirmed: they were mother and daughter. Amaya James Date of Birth: August fifteenth, year two thousand. Mother: Pamela James. Father: not registered. Main Address: San Francisco, Lang Avenue, Thirteenth Street, House number eighty-two. Residential Address: Berkeley, university dormitories. Email: amayajames_@g***l.com Social Security Number: 768-235-1921 Occupation: Undergraduate student in the English program at the University of California, UC Berkeley, with a GPA of 4.0.

Amelia, due to nervousness, was glancing around the room as she tried to avoid the eyes of her mother-in-law. "Um. I'm Morana, Damian's mother" Morana said and offers her hand to Amelia. Amelia took it as she flashes a smile. "I'm Amelia, although, you knew it already," she said. "I'm her mother, Delphina" Delphina, Amelia's mother said as they also shook hands. "My name is William, I'm Amelia's father," William said while also shaking hands with Morana. "My, I didn't know your parents would be here. I should have prepared some gifts" Morana said with an embarrassed smile.

“The Morettis, Mr. Jameson?” “Yes, Amelia. Mr. Alessandro Ethan Moretti and his brother, Giovanni Aidan Moretti.” Suddenly, Millie’s mind spun. “Holy shit,” she muttered, barely aware she’d said it out loud.

"My Uncle has invited me already! I have the letter right here!" Damon didn't even flinch. "I am the Alpha, my word is law. Your uncle reports to the Martial Lord, and he listens to his Alpha, and that is me. I'll make sure your invitation letter gets torn before the sun sets." I almost forgot who Alpha Damon truly was: the one in charge of the areas of land in Agolia, including my house, where he stopped by to visit me whenever he wanted to. Now, face to face with him, my heart was pounding while his words hit my eardrums with fear. "I know, but Damon…"