La Brava X Gentle Criminal Novels & Stories

The question hung in the air like gunpowder. I smiled faintly. “No. Not yet. First, we remind Italy who she belongs to.” “Revenge?” Giovanni asked. “Correction,” I said simply. “I’m taking back what was stolen.” The music changed, slower now, more haunting. Outside, thunder rolled over the lake, echoing through the valley. Camilla leaned against the bar, studying me. “You’ve changed,” she said quietly. I looked at her. “Everyone does. The ones who don’t end up dead.”

She stiffens, catches her breath, and for a moment I believe she's gonna do it, she's gonna spit on me and give me the justification I need to actually shatter her, but then I see it, the calculation in her eyes, the intelligence warring with the pride, and she knows, she knows the trap, and she hates me for it, her cheeks flush that beautiful, angry crimson, and with an agony of slowness, she opens her lips, just so, and I lay the morsel on her tongue, and her eyes never waver from mine, they're offering me a slow, cruel death, and the promise is the strongest thing I've ever tasted. "Good," I say loudly enough for the others to hear, a contented drawl. I set the dagger aside and I reach ou

Brows pulling low. “What do you mean it involves both of them?” he growls, pacing away from me. A knot tightens in my stomach. Them? Me and Sophia? Damian’s hand curls around the phone like he’s barely keeping himself in check. He listens, silent for a long stretch. His jaw keeps working, like he’s clenching back a dozen things he wants to say. “Svetlana, the Bratva, and the Camorra?” he finally says, low and deadly. “That’s not a partnership, Matt. That’s a fucking nightmare.”

My pulse pounded in my ears. “What do you mean?” Cole asked, but there was no hint of surprise in his voice. He seemed to be just giving her a chance to continue what she was saying. I clenched my fists as I began to realize what's happening. I could hear the silent murmurs of the guests around me. Their silent gasps. Their judgments. Jade lifted her chin. “Master Bryan collaborated with the Chastier Mafia to kidnap Bright.” The words slammed into me like a freight train. I was already expecting her to say it, but to hear it loud and clear still sent a thousand bolts all over my body.

I gape at the tattoo with admiration before my eyes gaze up to look at Vincenzo only to find him looking- okay no, staring hard at it, and if stare could kill, my skin would be burned by his stare. The door again, barges open and Nicolas stops on his track as he eyes the two of us. He too now was dressed in the same pair of jumpsuits just like Vincenzo. "Woah" moving closer in our direction, he joins us admiring the piece of art engraved on my skin before his face changes into excitement. I was beyond confused when I saw the expression contorted on Nicolas's face, just like the other guy before this. "Vince?" Nicolas asked the guy beside him before of course he too, looked at me and I shrugg

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

Bravo grabbed my head and forced me down by the back of the neck so I could no longer see out the front windshield. Patches of fur rippled down my arms as I tried to control my wolf. Did she want to come out now? With a snarl, I twisted and snapped at Bravo’s wrist, fully intending to bite him. He yanked his hand back just in time, and I bolted upright, peering out the window. “Dammit!” Mcben and his crew.

Brisia declared slowly lifting her hand as though she were about to caress a lover. 'What kind of drugs is this bitch on?" Brock thought to himself. Though in the next moment he felt a shiver run down his spine. Her appearance would already do a number on most people's nerves, but in an instance her cold black eyes somehow became even darker, a sinister smile overtaking her face.. Brisia gently pulled her finger tips back and gently tapped Brock's cheek. ..

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not saying the baby was unfortunate. I’m trying to let you know that what’s done is done. It’s hard, I know. But there are more to come. Please… can we just continue watching the movie?” Donatella blinked through tears, lips trembling. Mikhail wiped her face, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and pulled her into him again. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Always remember that.” Donatella exhaled shakily and relaxed against him, letting herself melt back into his arms. ************** It was Friday. The Bratva Empire and La Mano Rojas were both preparing for their final one-on-one war. Adrian, Natalia, and Savannah had managed to sneak out w

I sighed, using the duvet to cover myself up. She deserves whatever pain she's going through. Turning the light off, I closed my eyes to sleep. Brianna's POV My leg and arm were hurting so bad. He pulled me so forcefully that I twisted my ankle and hit my arm so hard on the ground. I didn't want to cry but the pain was just too much. I tried holding it in but I could hear myself sniffing. The last thing I want is for Diego to see me cry. I am better than that.