Massimo Mancini Novels & Stories

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

My eyes scanned over the picture of the man on the screen. Fabio Mancini. One of the best fashion designers in the world. He designed and styled wealthy men and women, celebrities and royalty. I spent the next thirty minutes scouring for information on his website and socials. Eventually, I found what I was looking for. Fabio Mancini owned a fashion school here in Milan, and applications were currently open. Hope blossomed in my chest. This was it--a chance to finally chase my dreams and become what I’d always dreamt of.

He said, moving to take a seat in front of me. “It’s my pleasure,” I replied, trying to sound composed as I shifted my gaze away from the man before me, fixating it behind him, on the couple I despised most. He must have noticed my indifference, and he cleared his throat. “Ah, where are my manners?” A small smile played on his lips. “The name’s Fabrizio. Fabrizio Mancini.” My heart dropped as my eyes quickly flickered back to him. Fabrizio? As in Fabrizio Mancini, one of the two men Adrian had warned me to avoid?

Stop fucking around bro and you seriously need to change your message system. "I know. How're things on the mystery O person, have you managed to find out who they are?" "I have." "Well, don't leave me in suspense. Bro, who is it?" "A guy named Orion Miller. He's kind of relative to the Millers. He works in Italy alongside Renzo Marino. He must've been there when Orlando and Daniel were there for their business meeting. He must've been watching their every move to get those photos. Something is very shady bro. Something bad is going to come down."

N/B: Maxim is the same as Vincenzo (I made a slight mistake with the name and I've edited it) Thanks.

The women stepped back in fear before one of them shakily pointed toward the main mall. "It looked like she was going to Fabrini's" the other replied. I nodded and started towards the main mall when I spotted a familiar face. Luchi Mancini, my father's right-hand man, his underboss, stood well-suited and spoke with someone wearing ordinary clothes. His son Manuel Mancini, was his consigliere, a pain in the ass too. if they were here it could mean only one thing. Something is going on in Massimo's island, for my father to send his ambassadors here that means there's something serious happening on that island.

Damien's POV “We need to talk” Enzo said as Sofia left my office. “What is it? I asked him “I just got intel that the Vipers are planning something but I don’t know what yet” Enzo said. Giovanni Mancini, he is the Maifa boss of the Vipers. He is someone that always wants to be the most powerful person. When my father was still the Maifa don, the Vipers gave him a hard time. He always wanted everything my father owned, from his Maifa to even his life.

“ Because back then at the party and now at this villa as well , the reaction that other people have against him………they look scared of him , intimidated as well . I don’t think that a simple worker can have that kind of influence on others . Just who is he ? “ said Luna with a serious look . Mel understood why Luna wanted to know Massimo’s position but at the same time , she couldn’t just tell her who Massimo really was . ‘ …….For her and Massimo to have crossed paths two times is weird but there’s no way he and Luna will see each other again after we leave this villa . After all , Massimo is on top of the sky while Luna on the ground . She will never see him again after this so it isn’t tha

Definitely, he was. Just like Leone, he evoked power, dominance, and control. In fact, they could both pass as twin brothers. “Vicenzo.” His lazy eyes fell on Anna, and Anna’s back went stiff. He also gave her that demonic vibe, and Anna felt like hiding behind Leone. “You must be Anna,” he smiled at her, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m Massimo Maurizio, a very good friend of Leone,” he introduced himself. Anna nodded, gulping saliva down her dry throat. “Anna Lorenzo,” she said, even though he probably knew that already.

And then I stop short at the sight in front of me. Massimo ’s in the kitchen. As if that isn't shocking enough, he's not just standing around or pretending to know how things work like every other rich, spoiled man I’ve come across. No, he's barefoot in joggers and a white tee, humming something Italian as he flips eggs in a non-stick pan like it’s the most normal thing in the world. The sunlight hits him at the perfect angle, and for a brief, fleeting second, he looks…almost human.