Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant の小説・ストーリー

I barked as soon as Mattias let him in. Guoto hurried to kneel in front of me,begging incessantly “Please spare my life.It’s been nothing but hell for me” “Mattias.Take him out…” “Wait!!!I have some information about the Gambinos .I promise you would love hearing this one” “Let him go.Speak” “The Gambinos is a mafia group ruled by Boss Pablo,and Italian descent.Much to my knowledge,he has a family..” My left eye twitched and I held up a finger to shut him up

“Well, I’m certainly not most boys, but for me I guess I just want a woman with more substance to her. Most of the girls I go to school with haven’t made that important transition into being women yet. Now you, you’re a woman of substance. You’ve got dreams and ideas and a spine—no offense.” “None taken, as I’m pretty sure there was a compliment in there somewhere.” “There was. Matt’s always talking about how amazing you are. Now I can see for myself why he brags so much.” Ellie smiled as she pulled into the pizza parlor’s parking lot. Gregorio’s Pizza and Subs was the absolute best place in town to get pizza, and Ellie knew her son and his friend would love it. “Matt likes garlic butter sau

It’s a bit chilly today so I’m wearing leggings, loafers and a black dress from my new wardrobe, looks a bit simple, except everything is designer. After hours of relentless searching, I come across three Matteo Conti names who seem to fit the criteria. I write down a few numbers and after some calls, I’m directed to a small restaurant at the edge of town. I scribble down an address, fold it into my small purse and whisper a small prayer for luck. I exit the library and call a cab, I only have some time left if I intend to visit my mother and make it home before Liam. Soon, I stand in front of the restaurant, it looks old, like it needs some repairs. A blackboard is stationed outside, offeri

“At this rate, our life will be very short. Maybe you are right and I should take advantage of his presence but ensure I have the upper hand.” We both entered the kitchen to find all men seated around the table while Maria served them food. All eyes raised up to us. Matteo was already in the high chair, making a mess of himself with spaghetti while he devoured it. Pizza and spaghetti along with gelato and that little guy was in heaven. “Ah, perfect. I have a plate for you two.” Maria beamed. She loved a full kitchen. I glanced around. Where in the hell did she expect us to squeeze in?

“Especially then.” The dining room is already full when we enter. Marcella sits at the head of the table, pearls gleaming, expression carefully neutral. Matteo is to her right, looking smug and comfortable. Various cousins, capos, and their wives fill the other seats. It’s an ambush disguised as a family dinner. “Luca. Elena.” Marcella’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “How lovely you could join us. Please, sit.” We take our seats. I’m placed between Luca and one of his cousins, a woman named Sophia who looks at me like I’m something she scraped off her shoe.

He looked at her knowing exactly her thoughts. “I know you’re wondering why you’re here” looking into her eyes, Betty swallowed hard trying to find her voice seeing his eyes shine admist the dim light. “Yes” she responded faintly. Mateo leans back in his chair, playing with a poker card in his left hand. “Betty Humphrey, lives in Splinter town block 10, would you want me to go further and tell you about your family?” Betty remained mute, surprised how a big mafia boss as Mateo de Carlo would ever know her name and her little family.

she answered and smirked when she saw both of them with confused expressions. “We’re going out for lunch at Paradiso,” she said, smiling. “Really?” Leo yelled in excitement while Julian frowned. “Yes, really. Now, go get changed, and don’t forget to wash up first,” Sia told Leo, but he was already halfway towards the house. Her son was a huge fan of Italian food. “Paradiso?” Julian asked with a raised eyebrow after he saw Leo enter the house safely. Sia blushed. “It’s an Italian restaurant nearby. Leo and I have been going there since he was five. He loves it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you. Are you okay with Italian?” she asked.

“…and I will always be by your side. This soul inside you is already mine.” I smiled softly. We walked into the restaurant side by side—Angelo on my right, Levi on my left. I was wearing a pink dress that hugged tightly under my chest, highlighting my small belly. We looked like a small family. I felt all eyes on us—maybe because of Levi’s swollen face and bruises. The waiter guided us to a private table next to a large window overlooking the back garden of Roman Heights, one of the Cosa Nostra restaurant chains. My gaze landed on Papa, Mama, and Aunt Mirenda. They were discussing something serious.

ALIS P.O.V Instead of going back to the Lexon Corp building, Matthew told Will to take us to a italian restaurant called Cielo, for lunch. He was so determined to prove to me that his friend Mikey is real. I was just kidding when I told Matthew that I didn't believe he had friends. This guy needs a sense of humor. I laughed at the possibility of Matthew not even knowing what the word Humor means.