Massimo Mancini Novels & Stories

Alessandro had to check the details thoroughly and it took him two hours to find where Miroslav messed up. Alessandro didn't relax even for a few minutes after he landed in Russia. He looked tired. Miroslav is feeling like crap. Just then, someone knocked on the office door. The knock is soft. Miroslav became tensed. Alessandro specifically instructed not to disturb him. But still, someone dared to disturb him and he is worried that Alessandro might kill that person in the mood he is now.

She sat on the other side, and a tall, lithe man took the seat opposite me. Enzo claimed the chair at the head of the table, his hand finding my knee as soon as he sat down. I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. “Scarlett, this is my Gamma, Devin.” Enzo nodded to the tall man opposite me. It wasn’t that he was exceptionally tall that made his height so noticeable; it was more his build, slim and chiselled for a werewolf, especially when he was sat next to Enzo, who was all broad shoulders and bulky muscle.