Johnny Dimarco Degrassi Novels & Stories

Then he looked back at Marcus Grey. "Dimitri Volkov," Marcus Grey said. That smile came onto his face, wide and genuine in the way that very dangerous people were sometimes genuinely amused. He spread his arms slightly. "I always underestimate you. Every single time." He shook his head. "Welcome." "Keep that," Dimitri said. "I did not come here for pleasantries." He tilted his head toward the commissioner without looking at him directly. "I see you have already found yourself some help with the local errands."

I held my breath as a young guy of about 25 years old walked in “Did you guys really have dinner without me, I told Devin I was going to be a little late and that y’all should wait for me” The guy said while wiping his face with a rag Amelia handed out to him. “You are looking healthier and better” he said to me “That’s Mich, he sometimes acts like he’s the boss around here” the wolf that sat next to me whispered to me As we looked on, Amelia and the guy called Mich approached us at the fire. “Why don’t we start with the pretty lady tells us her name”, I heard Mich say “My name is Jasmine Brooke and I was betrayed by the one who called me his mate, he also killed the one i took as my father.

Montero retorted back like a wounded hyena, panic beginning to settle in the folds of his irises. "No," I intervened. "It was never yours. You took it by deceit." "How can you say that?" one of the journalists queried. Twisting my arms of their grasp, I straightened up, breathing heavily and glanced at Montero. He looked like he wanted to kill me in the brutalest way possible. But what was more scary at the moment was that this conference was being broadcasted live, meaning the whole country was probably witnessing. But I was not to be stopped today. "Because I am the one who helped him. I took Dimitri's signature by deceit."

I joined them not too long after and grabbed a little martini of my own. "Are you Miss Mancini?" A man asked as he approached me. His attire was business casual; dark-wash jeans, and a simple white button-up. His brown hair was slicked back, and his beard kept and styled. "I am. I recognize your voice… Are you Dante DeMarco?" "I am!" He smiled. "I'm glad you remembered. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Sir Antonio Russo Sr. has told me a lot about you, you know."

“If you don’t mind.” Domenico clears his throat, the corners of his lips slumping. “I know it will be hard to gain your trust, but I have done everything in my power to set the records straight. I went over books and contracts and I just got another chance to do another deal with the Scamarcios. I can do this, I just need a life-saving jacket to accompany me on the track. If you see that I fail you just once, you can drop me right away and let the Degli Baronesis gorge themselves on my rotting body.” Alessio scoffs as my father lifts his hand, “What do you think?”

I stood my ground, my hands to my hips as I watched the black sedan, accompanied by the much smaller one, slow down as they drove up to me. The engine was killed shortly after a car door opened, a tall man with dark hair and intimidating demeanour got out and walked up to me, brandishing no weapons. Just a cocky swagger and an arrogant smirk. “Whoever you are, you've got a lot of balls coming in here like that.” I eyed him up and down. “I'm guessing you have no idea who I am, huh?” He just grinned, dark eyes appraising my figure in the dress. “Oh, I think you should be more concerned about who I am, Mrs DeMarco. The name is Adam Willis.”

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

once he's with his wife Grace ,he's a complete potato . Well he's still the mafia Boss who's feared for his ruthlessness ... because he's not nice with other people other than family . He's 30 and I'm 28 ...I have Four brothers ...Massimo , Kristov Emelio and Sergio . Kristov is a doctor and he handles everything concerning the medical aspect of the mafia . Emelio is a Musician ...a very popular one at that , he helps with the mafia activities but he's always away due to his tours .

“Who helped him?” Pablo chuckled, shaking his head as if she were a naïve child. “Drake de Marco doesn’t bow to anyone.” His smile sharpened. “Now that he’s free, you’re already too late.” A muscle ticked in Massimo’s jaw as he leaned down, lowering his voice to a deadly rasp. “I will tear apart every one apart, burn down all their operations. You, Donatello and De Marco will know you all lost to me. Maria's dead! You're next!"

I don’t even give it a second thought. “Jade,” I responded to him while maintaining a direct gaze on his face. “And yours” “Warg.” He took a breath; was he attempting to be seductive at this point? Wait... Warg? “Aren’t you Domenico Lombardi?” “We are,” he said. It must be the paradise drink. I took a sip of the drink again, trying to process the fact that the man just said, “We are.” “Mate, let me take you home.” I smiled. Domenico Lombardi is eager to drive me back to my apartment. Wow!