Mattia Polibio And Alejandro Novels & Stories

Alex didn’t respond. “I assume the Calabrians?” Matteo continued. “They’ve been bold lately. Too bold.” “They sent seven men,” Alex said. “Didn’t make it out.” “They would need more than that to take you out, son. I’m proud of you.” Alex didn’t flinch. “I wasn’t the one who killed them.” “No?” “They were taken out before I could lift my weapon.” Matteo leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Then who?”

Alejandro explained further. "Which is...." Alberto dragged. "A bait!" Alejandro blurted and they raised their brows. "Bait, ptchhhhh. Do you think we can use someone against that hard metal!" Antonio scoffed loudly. "Yes we can! I know who?" Alejandro smirked scornfully facing somewhere else. "Oh really!" "Yeah, it your daughter" Alejandro gave him a wide smirk and he furrowed his brows. "She can't be a bait" Antonio refused bluntly and Alejandro lifted his brows.

“Keep it calm, Eira. your voice is now in a competition with the music, people are watching.” “People?” My body jerked in laughter. “Let them watch. To h….ell with them.” My finger wiggled in the air. “Fuck!.. I didn’t know this alcohol would have so much effect on the ladies. Where the fuck is Alpha Leonardo and his Gamma? They are meant to be here by this hour,” Sophia lamented, her eyes were fixed on her wristwatch. Why was she speaking of the beast? Does she like him as well? “Oh, thank Goddess. They are here. Over here Alpha,” her hand waved behind me and my faint eyes trailed her waving hand.

” Pablo says to him. Matteo nods before sighing. "c'è un problema? (Is there a problem?)" Pablo asks as he hears him sigh. Pablo shakes his head. “Mi chiedevo, non sembrerebbe che tu stia iniziando una guerra se mandi uomini ad attaccare Lexis? (I was wondering, wouldn't it look like you're starting a war if you send men after Lexis?") Matteo shrugs his shoulders. “Voglio dire, sei amico di Richard da anni e inoltre, questa volta ci siamo sbagliati. ("I mean, you have been friends with Richard for years and besides,we were wrong this time.")

“We’ve never hidden who we are. Not from you. But last night wasn’t some drunken exception.” Alex’s smirk faded. “We’ve been thinking about you for years, Liv. Like… actively.” I blinked. “What?” Matteo’s cheeks went pink (actually pink, which was insane on a man built like that). “When we fuck,” he said bluntly, “sometimes we talk about you. Imagine you watching. Imagine you in the middle. Your mouth. Your cunt. All of it.” My coffee mug froze halfway to my lips. Alex picked up without missing a beat. “Remember that trip to Barcelona? You wore that red bikini. Matteo fucked me so hard that night I saw stars, and every time he said my name it was actually yours. I came whispering Liv like a

He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then quickly closed it again. Roberto said quickly. “You both know each other?” At the same time, Lucian and Deniro spoke. Lucian: “He’s Marco’s lawyer.” Deniro: “He’s Marco’s ally and business partner.” “This is getting interesting.” Mrs Pancho said. The entire room went silent. Alejandro looked at Lucian, his face twisted in rage. “You what?” His voice thundered. “You worked with Marco?!” Lucian didn’t flinch. He just stared back without saying a word.

Gabriella might know what Enzo Saviano's world was about but she couldn't be able to comprehend the sheer amount of violence involved in it. "Unfortunately, I won't be staying with you guys. Enzo will need all hands on deck for the event, but I will have two of my men on the stand and I am hoping you will also watch over her as well," Alejandro said, he closed the distance between them, cupped Maria's face in his hand and planted a kiss on her lips. "I will, I always do my job, unlike some people," Maria said giving Alejandro a sly smile. "Some people? What do you mean?" Alejandro asked.

We’d stayed clear of each other until tonight. Matteo and his crew slithered into the crowd of students at his back. The pressure on my arm increased and I finally allowed myself to really look at Alessandro. His angelic face, square jaw, and high cheekbones accented deep-brown eyes, a shade lighter than Maria’s, but the lighter tint didn’t soften them. If anything, they caught the reflection of light from above and made you think of a wild tiger ready to pounce. He wore black distressed jeans with a blue long-sleeved designer pullover that accented his muscles that were larger close-up than they had been with the sly peeks I’d taken across campus. “You’re mine. Stay the fuck away from Roman

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

"I'm sorry, Mamá. I didn't want to believe it either. I kept testing, kept verifying. But the evidence is incontrovertible." Serena finally found her voice. "Then who is Gabriella's baby? If Leo isn't Miguel's, then—" "The DNA test on Gabriella's baby came back this morning," Elena interrupted. Her voice was different now. Lighter. "I was going to tell you that too. The baby is Alejandro's. There's no question. The match is confirmed." The room seemed to tilt. Marisa looked from one daughter to the other, her mind racing, her heart pounding.