Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

He directed those who were there and fielded a few phone calls. Domenico showed up late in the afternoon, with what looked like a case of sports drink under one arm and a duffel bag in the other. Marco took the case from him, and he passed by, not even looking at me as he headed to the crowd of men who were playing a game of poker. From what I could tell the one named Joey was winning handily, so much that the others were claiming that he was cheating. They were right.

A man carved out of ice and power. Head slightly tilted, eyes low as he scrolled through something on his phone. His aura alone filled the entire car. Dorian Damaris. I had heard only dangerous things about him. The Mafia Lord of the cartels under the disguise of a tech company. I swallowed hard as I watched him. Right now I could only see his side profile, not his full face. I had heard rumors that even after all the dangerous things he had done, he still had the face of an angel. I was lost in thought when he finally spoke.

"She got herself in the gym. I loved her just like she was, and honestly prefer a little more meat on her bones. Can you help me out with that this Christmas? Got anything she can eat?" Maria laughed and moved in for a hug. "I like you already." "Good. Let's get everyone else to like me and we'll be doing fine." Drake hugged her and looked up as Johnny walked onto the patio, his scowl deep and focused on Drake. Being the cock that he was, Drake lifted his hand and waved. "Hey, brother. You doing good." "Fuck you too, DeMarco." Johnny reached for Sicily and picked her up as she squealed.

said Alpha Darren. “Yes, it's better to do it quickly. No need to worry, Alpha Darren will definitely win,” Canis said very awkwardly. She even nudged Diana's arm on her right side for help. It was Canis who organized tonight's event so she should be responsible if something went wrong. “But the steak isn't even done yet,” said Hellen, the woman who had interviewed Diana. “Yeah, right, shouldn't we wait for the main course before we start drinking?” Alpha Darren replied firmly, “no need, I can drink on an empty stomach. If you don't dare, you can back off.” He pointed at Leon.

tall, silver-haired, expensive suit, the easy confidence of a man who'd survived decades in a brutal business. Dimitri stepped out of the car, buttoned his jacket, and walked forward. "Mr. Ricci." He extended his hand. "Thank you for agreeing to meet." "Mr. Valentino." Giovanni's handshake was firm, assessing. "Or should I call you Dimitri? We're practically family, after all. Your father and I have worked together for many years." "Dimitri is fine." He gestured to Marco. "My head of security. I hope you don't mind him joining us."

Dante informed him. Marco nodded and turned to look at him. "Good." Was all he said and walked out of the room, heading downstairs to find Grace seated in the living room. Just as Grace had ruminated, it was indeed Marco De Luca. The owner of Devil's Den. Marco came forward to take a seat after flashing Grace a smile. "Gracino?" He asked with a polite smile. She nodded fervently and smiled back. Why did he want to see her? Had he noticed her hard work in the club and decided to promote her?

This Grandmaster owns a chain of clubs, bars, and hotels across the world, but no one has seen his face, or they must have, but they don't know that he is the one called Grandmaster. His involvement with the underground is not made clear, but I know better. There's no way someone like that has a clean record. I'm proven correct when I get to the third page, which seems to be the information Tiana got off the dark web. His name is Ian Dimitri, the son of Cassio Dimitri, who was the Russian mafia Don before he died and gave the position to Rolan, the son of his most trusted Capo, Christian.

I look at him oddly. “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” He takes a sip from his glass. “No.” I lie. “That man,” he smiles brightly, bobbing his head up and down with excitement. “Is Amar Diamandis.” He laughs. “He owns the biggest law firm in Auckland City. He has all the little piggies under his thumb. Under his beck and call because he is a force to be reckoned with. His family comes from money back home in Athens. His grandfather runs the Philadelphia Greek Mob in the States. That man exudes power wherever he goes.” He looks at me silently for a minute, his eyes heavy on my face.