Michele Marrone Novels & Stories

Willing him to speak, to explain. John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again. "Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.

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?

This place is on another level. "THERE SHE IS! MS. ARINA GRECO! THIS YEAR'S CONTESTANT FROM THE ITALIAN MAFIA!" I was walking shakily. My eyes searched all four corners to see where Luca or Mr. Romano or Matteo is and finally at the fourth corner I saw them. Matteo and Luca were standing while there was a middle-aged woman and a man seated with Mr. Romano... Looks like they are his parents.

"That's Antonio 'The Butcher' Greco. I'd recognize those hands anywhere." The ice in Damien's glass cracked with a sound like a breaking bone. The moment Sylvia Moretti stepped onto the raised dais, a hush fell over the crowd. She moved like liquid mercury in her emerald-green Versace gown, the fabric slit to the hip to reveal mile-long legs and the distinctive scar just above her left knee, the one Damien knew came from a botched kidnapping attempt when she was sixteen. The Ferraro family diamond - a 15-carat D-flawless monstrosity rumored to be cursed - winked at her throat like a third eye.

Camila rolled her eyes. “i’m on my honeymoon you are not meant to call me” she replied. “why not? We need to know that you are okay” Diego replied. Roman peeked into the screen from beside her and smiled at her brothers. “remove your face from the picture, this call is not meant for you” Matias chided, Roman rolled his eyes and looked away. “so how’s everything? Hope you’re having fun? Where’s Cory?” Camila and Roman exchanged amused looks but before they could reply, Ace smacked Matias’ head.

shrieked Malia with joy. Luca shook his head while smiling. "If you still want more, later we can return to the previous stand." replied Luca. It was Malia's turn to shake her head and then replied, "No. This is enough. I've finished three, Luca. I have to leave room in my lamb for another meal."s he replied firmly. The petite girl went back to devouring her third corndog, smiling every time she tasted melted mozzarella mixed with mustard sauce that managed to touch her taster. Perfect. She said.

“Is Amore the girl who saved my life, the one who looks exactly like mom and the one you are extremely fond of?” “That is the one alright…” I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking it out I look at the caller ID. “Hold on for a second, I need to take this.” I walk a few steps away to answer the call. “Hello, Rick.” “Ciao, Martin. Do you still see me as your amico?” “Of course, stop being a nag, I forgot to tell you about Miano's accident. My mind was consumed with other things.” “Like what? Got yourself a new lady friend… it's about time I thought…”