Khr Bianchi Novels & Stories

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

Big pass! No matter how harmonious they had tried to act at that moment, any person would be able to easily detect the amount of tension in the room. The woman beside Mr. Bianchi chuckled and spoke up. “Dear, why don’t you have something, the activities are about to begin and you’d need a full stomach to enjoy it.” Finally pulling her gaze away from Eleanor, Alexandra faced the woman and questioned. “Who are you again?” “This is my wife. Melina Bianchi.” Mr. Bianchi took the effort to introduce the woman.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

Kiara tilted her head while putting her elbow on the table leaning on her fist. "Yea. But if you excuse me, I have to visit the restroom." He looked at me before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll head to the ladies' too." I said. "Sure sure. I'll be at the dance floor." Kiara winked. I chuckled and left. As expected, he was waiting for me at the second floor. "Carmen Santini. The world's best assassin, niece of the Mexican Mafia, Blood Dragon." He smirked. "And Brian Garcia. Mexico's top criminal. " I crossed my arms.

As if ignorant of the reaction his words had caused, he repeated again, “I am Alessandro Bianchi—not Dragos.” The elder in charge exchanged a puzzled glance with Elder Ysara, who gave a curt nod. Clearing his throat, he swiftly switched his words, “Our own prince, Alessandro Bianchi,” pronouncing Bianchi awkwardly. Despite the elder trying to show that he wasn't bothered, it still showed clearly. He cleared his throat, moving on, “and his mate, Ioana… Blackmoon, now to be called…” He gave a pause, breathing in, “Bianchi.” His smile strained.

“Yes. She’s…she’s very dangerous. She works for some sort of mafia family. Beenchi? Or Blanchi?” “Bianchi,” Enzo said. Sasha’s eyes grew wide. “Do you know of them?” “I do,” Enzo said. “Most people in Italy are familiar with the Bianchi family. They’re very powerful.” “Oh,” Sasha said. Just then, the maids came in with a platter of sandwiches and tea. They set it down and then left. “Go on,” Enzo said. “Help yourself.” He motioned at the platter. “No thank you,” Sasha replied.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

The aroma of grilled meat, coffee, and spices teased her nostrils. “A costumer! Come in, come in.” An old man behind the counter welcomed her. He ushered her to a table and gave her a menu. She read it. Starters Broth ------------------ 2 Thiánden Clam Soup ------------ 3 Thiánden Drinks Juice ------------------ 1 Thiánden Beer ------------------- 3 Thiánden Wine ------------------ 3 Thiánden Meals Grilled Tenderloin with rice ------------ 2 Wievta Seafood special