Luciano Alonso Novels & Stories

“No curse words, please, Sergio.” Sergio continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. “— that blind snail should go back to carting!” he fumed hotly. “Driving like a man scared to touch his controls. My eighty-eight year old abuela can drive faster than that pequeno mierda—” The interviewer swiftly cut him off. “Thank you, Sergio.” “I better not see him anywhere near me.” “I'm sure Lucas would do his best to avoid you, Sergio. Leo, congratulations on your seventh consecutive win. Take us through the process of how you're feeling right now.”

“Good for you. You’re lucky I stepped on the brake when I did. If you don’t know how to cross the bloody street, don’t fucking cross at all!” Derek lowers his head. The man reverts his gaze to me and all I can say is, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” He cocks his head with a chuckle. “Your careless friend walks into the road without looking and all I do is nudge him a bit with my car yet you yell at me and destroy my very expensive phone. I…” A hiss escapes his mouth and he shakes his head as he gives me a onceover. “I shoul-” “Just get out of my face!”

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in. No men of Vogar were in sight. They’d all fled, leaving their master behind. Alpha Leornado took his position in the front passenger seat. “We have somewhere to go before the packhouse.” “Where?” “You will find out when we arrive,” he winked, leaning in and helping me with my seatbelt. My stupid cheeks heated up as fast as a darting wolf. Gosh! This was too embarrassing. My palms held my cheeks as my face swung to the window. Alpha Leonardo, without saying a word to me, started the car and drove away.

This marked the beginning of my journey to win over the pilot and evoke deep feelings for me. I had uncovered some very interesting details about Lorenzo through a quick online search, which only heightened my interest in him. As I had suspected, Lorenzo is extremely wealthy. He's Italian and heir to a renowned winery located in the town of Franciacorta, Italy. Furthermore, he's a Formula One champion and enjoys immense success in the most lucrative category of motorsport. In summary, he's a potential candidate for a serious relationship, something I realized from the start, and I need to seize this unique opportunity that has presented itself so perfectly in my life.

That was all Lorenzo said. He did not need to offer rewards or give more praise. The driver’s chest swelled with satisfaction as he started the car. He knew Lorenzo would give him a very generous reward for this favor. “Send it to Nino so he can analyze it. I want to know who was behind the extra help that idiot Luca was getting.” Angelo nodded at his boss’s orders. Even though he never said it, every day he was more amazed by how cunning Lorenzo’s mind was. That was how he had lasted so long in such a dangerous position, always on the edge, but the man was like a chameleon.

Massimo Francesco Alonso: “You are so stupid. If you really have nothing more important to say, you better end this phone call." Alex heard the intonation of the voice used by his best friend. He could hear the target's annoyance, so he tried not to make Leana the target of jokes again. Suddenly, Abby's expression came to mind, as if replacing memories of Leana. Massimo spontaneously shook his head, because he did not want nostalgia with his wife, especially when they were on their honeymoon when he appeared in his life.

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.”

I thought they were the serious ones. “What were the bets?” I questioned. “Um… I said three weeks, John said two, Charles said one. And um… Alpha… he said two days,” he confessed. “Then it looks like Logan wins. Alex may not have quit, but he asked to,” I sighed. “But Alex didn’t quit. It doesn’t count till he actually quits,” Silvercloud commented.

"I don't fucking know. Alonso is going to kill me." Then he quickly swerves and pulls the car over, his chest slightly heaving as he kills the engine and turns to me. He doesn't say anything as his hand threads through my hair at the back of my head, but his eyes say a thousand words. Alonso is a ball of energy, you can feel it radiating off him in waves. The sun shines so bright out of him, you should be careful you don't get burned by touching him. But Arcangelo is the moon. He shines only slightly, he's dark and mysterious, and he holds secrets in his soulful eyes that I want to drink from him.