Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

I stared at him for a while and saw him grinning like a devil, a crazy and lunatic monster. He chuckled before he talked. "My name is Dimitri DiFronzo." Dimitri DiFronzo, I've heard that name before. Could it be? My eyes widened as I clenched my fists. Shit! "Do you know who I am?" he asked. And I heard a little accent. "N-no." I firmly denied it. However, a slap on my cheek caused me to groan in pain as I tasted a drip of blood in my mouth. "I'll ask again mi amore, do you know who I am?"

He wasn't familiar, yet a distinct air of formality surrounded him—the kind of person who never stops you by accident. "Marcus Flynn?" he asked in English, with a slight Italian accent. Marcus raised an eyebrow, paused, then turned halfway. "Depends who's asking," he replied. The man produced a metallic-edged business card and handed it over with a single flick of his fingers. "I'm Domenico Valeri. European delegate of the International Professional Boxing Federation. I'm attending the Madrid tournament as an observer." Marcus took the card, slipped it into his pocket without reading. "I'm listening."

“What the fuck did they mean by domestic abuse and cheating? Did you do this, Mel?” I roll my eyes “Of course not. I know better, right?” “Are you fucking serious,Mel?” He grits his teeth. “If I find out that you or that pretty boy had anything to do with this… it's going to be ugly.” “I don't have anything…” “Mr. Falcon!” I freeze mid sentence. Dimitrio? Dimitrio is here? I tilt my head in the direction of the limo, that’s when I see him. Dimitrio Falcon, clad in a midnight black bespoke suit. His hair falls forward, his presence exuding dominance as always.

Alessa asked back and Thane stared at her in disbelief. “Are you being serious?” he asked. “Yes, who the fuck is he?” “He goes by a popular name. The demon. Demonio.” The man said and chuckled. “Wait, isn't that... “ Alessa trailed off and Thane nodded. “The mafia lord. Damien Marshall is the mafia lord.”

“Take it like a good girl.” She gagged a little as I hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. I laughed again, dark and satisfied. “Such a good girl.” “I’ll kill you, Massimo. I’ll fucking kill you,” Damiano growled, his voice shaking with fury.

I sighed, already regretting that I hadn’t just taken another route. "First, it’s Mr. Giordano. Then Ethan. Then your ex-husband. And now renowned fashion and food icon Jordan MacWood." She let out a mock gasp. "What kind of whore are you?" I stopped in my tracks, my body tensing. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to hers, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her step back slightly. "I’ll take a lot of things, Giorgia," I said, my voice low and steady but emitted just the amount of threat I wanted, "but I won’t tolerate you calling me names."

Dimas sneered, seemingly indifferent as he said, “If you want to threaten others, you have to hide yourself first. If my identity is exposed, your identity can't be hidden either.” These words left Hector somewhat stunned. Dimas actually knew his identity? How was that possible?! “What are you talking about? My identity is the chairman of Marsh Consortium and Harmonia’s brother!”

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

Vicenzo shouted at me immediately he saw me walk into the dressing room shooting murderous stares at me. "I know, I will make it up to you," I said as I quickly took off my clothes and hurriedly put on my white feathered lingerie with blue sequence. Vicenzo is the one in charge of the clubhouse where I work as a stripper. the club is owned by his brother, Gabriel. A ruthless mafia Don. I can feel his eyes on my sensitive spots as I hurried through my things. He pulled me closer to himself while teasing me with his breath that smelled from marijuana and alcohol.

It was only a few hours before they got here. “I know who was behind things.” My father drank his glass of whiskey then pulled the bottle over to pour a second. “Bianca DeMarco and Dominic have been working together with Pagani’s son, Paul Jr. Luke was just the front man, acting on her behalf.” “I knew that fucking bitch would be trouble. Only good DeMarco is a dead DeMarco,” my father said. “That’s enough,” I said more calmly than I expected I could. “I called this meeting to put an end to this stupidity. This feud that’s torn your own family apart. When will it be enough for you?”