Massimo Mancini Novels & Stories

I'm the hired impostor! Damn. I think I should get hold of myself. Maybe I should just stand straight and greet him politely, professionally as much as possible. Right. That is better. I should do that. Mr. Racini looked really old. His hair was mostly white, and he had white mustache too. He was lean, tall and very corporate. Obviously because he is the chief executive of the leading chain of hotels in Italy and around some parts in Europe. He didn't look strict. In fact, his features were soft and his expression was gentle. He looked as if he could never bring himself to hurt his daughter, but I wonder why he had to force her into something she doesn't want?

] He snapped at Matteo, who frowned at him. 'Stia molto attento, Dottor Mancini. Ricordi con chi sta parlando e sai esattamente cosa le è successo. Al Capo piace mostrare che nessuno può mancargli di rispetto.' [Be very careful, Doctor Mancini. Remember who you are talking to, and you know exactly what happened to her. The Boss likes to show that he will not be disrespected by anyone.] I listened to their sharp exchange, forcing myself not to react so they would not know I understood every word they spoke.

Finally, touches are made, and I am out of the door. I wait for the men at the foot of the stairs and they both show up. Santino as usual in an all black tuxedo while Maximo maintain his rugged look of wearing black ripped jeans, a black tight T-shirt with a black jacket. Of course, his feet are covered in boots. Both men check me out, heating my nerves as I struggle to maintain eye contact. Maximo’s look is intense as his eyes linger on my exposed thighs for a moment before he laughs a little.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Can that be his mom? Obviously it can't be. Nathan notices my presence and he looks in my direction. He gestures with his eyes that I sit in front of him and I oblige. The woman serves us lasagna "Uhm.. Mae this is Ashley, my fiance" "Hey" I smile at Mae who is smiling so widely at me. "Ashley this is Mae, my cook, she also helps out with most of the cleaning" "Nice to meet you" Mae says still smiling at me. If only she knows the circumstances surrounding this marriage she wouldn't be smiling but I don't want to be rude so I smile sweetly at her.

The front door opened, and Massimo's men ushered in the Russian delegation. But instead of Damien Smirnov, his son Mikal entered first with a battery of security men following closely behind him. "Don Massimo," Mikal said, his accent thick but his Italian fluent. "Your home is as impressive as your reputation." "Mikal. Welcome." Massimo stepped forward, and the two men embraced in the European fashion, though Julia noted neither man relaxed their guard for a second. He'd changed in three years. His hair was longer, styled differently. He'd filled out, his shoulders broader, his presence more commanding. He wore a charcoal grey suit that screamed expensive, and his dark eyes—God, those eyes t

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Cierra After a pretty awkward start the evening progressed rather smoothly, he'd pretty much demolished my feeling of calm with his first smile and it had taken me a while to get back on even footing and I was finally able to put on my professional cap and remember why I was here. Maybe having ears and eyes on me helped keep me focused whatever it was I was grateful, I had a hard enough time keeping things light. There were times when it seemed Mancini was playing games, he kept making a point of being suggestive, not that he was overly lewd or anything like that no he's too much the gentleman for that, but it seemed he was trying to get under my skin with every word.

I glanced toward the sound and saw the youngest man in the room, the one with sharp green eyes and a modern suit, leaning back in his chair with a grin. He was so young. I thought Val was the youngest Don in Italy, but seeing him, I knew I was wrong. Dante leaned down again and murmured, “That’s Mancini. Gabriele Mancini, Don of Verona, the youngest Don in Italy. He has no strong alliances.” “Oh, I see.” I glanced at Mancini, his grin widening as our eyes met. Dante added quietly, “I think he likes you. Play it right, and he might back you.”

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.