Michele Marrone Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry but I am a bit scared of the whole thing." His gaze was steady and unwavering. "Don't be scared and you won't be recognized. You are not going as Chiara Moretti, the presumed dead heiress. You are going as Miss Viviana Marino." He paused, letting the new name settle between us. "A businesswoman who has just returned to Italy. Someone with the best wine production in the whole of Southern Europe, a true connoisseur of the finer things, and not just that, she is also a remarkable tech engineer, with a keen interest in the future of artificial intelligence. A visionary, a woman of both wealth and intellect, with an air of quiet power."

“I still do. But I love it more when you win.” That landed. Silence stretched. Finally, she said, “Give me a name. One name. Someone we can take out quietly. Someone the Lorenzis need.” Mateo stepped forward. “Adriano Lorenzi’s cousin — Marco. He handles their data routes and crypto networks. He’s in Marseille. Light security. Comes out every Thursday for confession and wine.” Cassian raised a brow. “Very Catholic of him.” Amara’s lips curved. “Perfect.” Marseille was warm and oily with summer heat.

She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry. [Moretti Family] Henry Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, was a towering figure with a shaved head and a thick, graying beard. He favored dark tweed suits and was rarely seen without his gold chain necklace. Marco "The Shadow," Henry's right-hand man, was a master of disguise and deception. Marco often changed his appearance, making it difficult to identify him. Mia Moretti, Henry's daughter, was a woman of intelligence and ambition. She bore a striking resemblance to her father, with short black hair, amber eyes, and a penchant for tweed suits.

It was probably for the best. Surprisingly Tito, whom Amber had assumed to be the strong, silent type, had offered up a suggestion which went to the top of the list. Mariella had sounded beautiful rolling off his Italian tongue, and even though Amber doubted most would do the pronunciation of it justice, it’d still made the number one spot. At least for now anyway.

This is just a challenge, I can get through this. I can get through Mister Kiel Alexandro Ramirez.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Liam's trained voice asked. "Miss Hunter may have company. Roberta "Robbie" Marino. Also goes by JR. As in—" "Roberto jr. Special forces. Two tours in Iraq. Adoptive daughter of notorious Mafia King Roberto Marino. Shoots first, asks questions later. Heard of her. She's a nasty piece of work, Mr. Chancellor. Allow me to assign someone to you as well," said Liam, spitting words at me that I already knew.

Only ugliness would be a reason for someone to hide. Angeline Verona-Marielle Lombardi was a French-Italian woman born to Carmine Lombardi, an Italian Capo sent by Roman's father, the Don, to take over and expand the business to France, Spain, the UK, and a French Loanshark's daughter, Celine Moreau who Carmine had met and married.

Shane chuckles. I look to my left where my mate is standing, her hand has a vice grip on my own and despite the situation I love the fact that she appears to be using me as a support. I lean down a little to look at her only to find one pissed-off-looking Bonnie. Her eyes look like they could burn holes in a wall and I have a feeling that whoever she is aiming them at is in for a world of shock and pain. I follow her trail of sight fully expecting to see Blue at the end of it, but I'm shocked to fuck to find her sending daggers at Lola. What the hell?

“Sicily suits you.” “So does money,” I say. “Looks like we both found our place.” His pleasure at being put in the same sentence as me is obvious. I can feel Dante’s attention spike from clear across the hall, like static along my skin. Michele follows my gaze, spots Dante, and smiles in a way I don’t like. “Ah,” he says softly. “The famous Mr. Moretti. I was starting to think he’d locked you in one of his vaults.”