Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

REINA I froze. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. That my dirty, perverted mind had warped his words and made them filthier than they were. But no. His voice, rough and low, cut through the heat in the room again. “Crawl the fuck to me and take this big cock in your mouth like a good girl.” My breath hitched. There he stood. Domenico Gravano. Towering. Commanding. And in his hand was the thick, veiny cock I’d only ever seen in my fantasies, now real and stiff and dripping right in front of me.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

I heard Dominic's clothes fall to the ground and the clinking of his gun on the dresser before it was slid open. "I'll stop when you tell me to but you have to use your words." He instructed and moved behind me again. I heard the sound of a wrapper before the hard tip was rubbed up and down my slit spreading the juices around. I moaned in agony trying to push back and sink himself into me. It felt like an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. "Stop fucking moving." He seethed startling me by landing a loud smack on my ass no doubt bruising the skin. I groaned when red hot pain spread through me but it was the good type of pain. I swallowed hard - instantly going still. "I like these.

I followed the direction he was watching and saw my parents with the Mikhas walking our way. "Just relax; let me do all the talking," Johnny whispered in my ear, and I nodded. "Alessia, just look how nice you cleaned up," my dear sister said with a fake smile. I just stared at her, not wanting to talk. "Mr. Gravano, we met again. Thank you for bringing her. Sergei will take her from here," my stepfather said, walking forward to reach for my arm, but Johnny quickly held onto my waist. "I'm sorry, Mr. Berlusconi, but Alessia won't go anywhere with another man. You see, she's my fiancée," Johnny said in a cold voice, not taking his eyes off Sergei.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

Don DeMarco walked over to Antonio and slapped him across the face. “You show respect, Antonio,” Don DeMarco declared. “Did you honestly think the daughter of a Don wouldn’t know Italian? Stupido!” Antonio’s denial quickly turned into panic, then to begging and pleading. He dropped to his knees. “Please forgive me,” Antonio begged. “I ask for mercy, and I will lead with a firm hand and even temperate when I marry Isabella.” “You will not lead,” Don DeMarco said sternly. “Under the eyes of God, the DeMarco head shall be passed down to Vincento Paulo DeMarco. It is my word, and thus it is final.”

"Another Italian coming to beg?" The men around him laugh. I step up to the rope, keeping my hands visible. "Dario De Rosa. Dominik Grimaldi sent me." Rilind’s eyes narrow. He stands up, swaying slightly. He’s high. I can see the pinprick pupils and the jaw tension. Not good. "Grimaldi," Rilind spits the name. "The King of New York. Too good to come himself, eh? Sends a guard dog."

“Your family? I didn’t even know them. Who the fuck is your family? Didn’t you say your family moved to Spain?” Austin’s gaze shifted past me, landing on my father, who stood at the edge of the room, his expression was as shocked as mine was few seconds ago. “Maybe he should explain,” Austin said, his voice dripping with venom. “Tell him, old man. Tell your son what you did.” My father’s brow furrowed as he stepped forward. “Your family,” he said slowly, as though piecing together a puzzle. “Who was your father?” Austin’s jaw tightened. “David Castellano. I am Fantasma Castellano!” He thundered.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”