Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

They maintained their positions with military precision, a small reminder that this wasn’t just a celebration, it was a display of power. Standing on the raised platform at the head of the room was Antonio Marino. His sharp Armani suit and perfectly styled hair framed a face that could intimidate and charm in equal measure. At 26, he was already a name whispered in respect and fear throughout the underworld. By his side stood Daisy Fontana, her soft blonde hair flowing freely over her shoulders, her blue gown clinging to her delicate body. She radiated beauty and elegance.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

The last thing that I needed was to give into my anger while drunk. “How are things going here?” I asked, noticing that despite it being evening, the place was empty. That wasn’t like the place, especially on weekends. “Not so well lately, I don’t know if you heard, but Lorenzo De Mori decided to open a club across from us. The girls are Italians, and most are seductresses by nature. I believe that some are even slaves, but there is no hundred percent guarantee to that.” I shook my head, already knowing that he would be doing something like this. There was no opening a club without having him as a challenge. To say the least, he always knew how and when to tick my buttons.

“Damon! Yes! Fuck yes, I’m cuming so hard!” More juices gushed out, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. Damon’s chin and shirt were shiny and messy with her cream. He kept licking slowly, cleaning her up with long, hungry strokes until she was whimpering and twitching. Finally he stood up, towering over her. His face glistened with her wetness. Without a word he grabbed her jaw and kissed her brutally. His tongue pushed into her mouth so she could taste her own pussy. He stepped back and unzipped his trousers. His thick, veiny cock sprang out rock hard, leaking precum from the swollen tip.

‘You have to understand pain to be able to give it.’ That's Marco, Draco's twin brother anthem. Where Draco is the second twin pulling strings behind closed doors and behind computers, Marco is the muscle headed twin. He believes in action speaking louder than words and his torturing methods are ruthless. Even Dimitri's paled in comparison to him. So, what better person could handle the core job Dimitri had bestowed upon Draco except his brother? When Marco heard that Dimitri needed someone to perform a task, he dropped everything he was doing and came to Miami. Afterall, they owe him their lives.

He stepped forward until he was just two steps away. “You think love is enough to survive what’s coming?” “No. But it’s what brought me here. And now, it’s what keeps me standing.” I stood between them, feeling the sparks in the air. It was like watching two opposing forces on the verge of colliding. “I’ve heard of you,” Dimitri said, his voice low. “Matteo Salvatore. One of the most feared names in the Italian mafia in New York. The man who solves with blood, who leads with an iron fist. They say you hesitate before no one.”

Then, Ashton and Gia had to part ways with Dimas as he received a scholarship to pursue his master's degree in Japan. After a long time, Ashton, who was currently looking to hire a replacement manager, received news that one of the applicants was Dimas. Because they were acquainted and aware of Dimas' skills, Ashton and Gia agreed to choose him to join Quadra C&T Corporation. "So, you really know Alice?" Gia still seemed curious as she escorted Dimas to his new office. Without beating around the bush, she repeated the same question to her old friend. "Seriously," Dimas replied, smiling meaningfully at Gia. "Why do you doubt it so much?"

None of them had made me feel like this. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal. I drained it in one gulp, welcoming the burn that spread through my chest. I needed to get a grip. I needed to remember who I was. I was Dimitrio De Luca, Don of the most powerful mafia family in Lazio. I had killed men with my bare hands. I had burned rival families to the ground. I had built an empire from the ashes of my father's death and Giacomo's betrayal.

“Don’t let her eat you alive, DeMarco.” He grins. “I plan on surviving.” As the club pulses around him, DeMarco slips the napkin from his pocket, tracing Ava's signature with his thumb. The chase is on, and this time, he’s determined to win. Saturday can’t come soon enough. And before anyone knew it. It was show time. DeMarco Rossi was torn between groaning and laughing. He found himself on the receiving end tonight of some wretched sexual propositions. He responded to one girl," Sorry, sweetheart. I'm flattered, but I got a girlfriend." He told his would-be pursuer.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”