Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

I said. He finally turned to me slightly, “You are underestimating her.” Nikolai said “ I am not! And father please, can we not talk about her.” I said "I sent you the Greco financial files, Dmitri was finally able to hacked their system during the wedding.” He said taking a seat “I saw the numbers, Marco is a better business man than we give him credit for. He has tripled their revenues for years now and he has successfully been dealing with the Irish for a long time now.” I said shifting to business mode.

he tosses out. "My boss can't afford to lose me." Johnny Ford knows I'm his bread and butter and I draw beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy-assed club. At five foot six and a hundred and forty pounds, I'm not small. It took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles can wield a whip to perfection. I have come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins makes me wish I were five two and built like Angela. Argh, the man is a devil as his name suggests. He needs to leave.

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?"

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.

Vera said, crossing her arms over her chest. I sighed, trying to figure out how to start. "Vera, I know what I’m about to say may sound crazy, and you might think I’m only saying it to make Juliet hate her husband, but I’m not. I have no intention of doing that. But she has to know who he truly is." I paused briefly before continuing. "James Grigs isn’t who he pretends to be in front of you and Juliet. He is one of the toughest mafia lords from the south of Mexico before relocating to New York."

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!”

Why are his teeth grinding? Gioacchino downs the rest of the scotch in a single gulp, and already tries to fill it up again. “Anyway, Theodor Marchetti has set the stage for us to make the most of it.” “And how do you intend to do that?” Giovanni asks, trying to sound disinterested, but nerves are flaring.

Alex went after Damien and Jasmine went inside the ward to confront Tobias. "Damien , Damien . Stop, common man, stop." Alex kept on calling out to Damien , but he didn't respond. He just kept on going. He didn't even take his car along with him, he just kept on walking. Alex was running now, trying to meet up with his speed, but he was way too fast.