Mickey Altieri Romane & Geschichten

The old lady reply as she stood besides Maximo and look out of the horizon " You are the Italian Mafia Boss... Right? " " I am " Maximo replied quietly without looking at the woman. He wasn't even shaken by the sudden question and that was because he had expected it. " So you must be the might Maximo Santino I have always heard about " " I'm not mighty but I planned to be. Yeah, I'm Maximo Santino " Slowly the old lady turn to Maximo and nodded in acknowledgment. The young man turn to him too and smile.

“She trusts me as her father’s friend. And while Diego knows that I killed her father, she doesn’t. That is a line that I am going to play with.” “You will take her for a fool?” Nico asked, and I smirked. “I can assume that the two of us already know that she is one.” I said, and he laughed. “I am only going to use the information that I know and I am going to help her. You know, nothing better than your father’s friend wanting to take you as family when you’ve lost everything. And if I give her a higher rank, all the better.” “What about Mario and Vieri? They are not going to allow it.” Nico said, and I nodded.

Only, I was sure to do it from a distance where I knew that he wouldn’t be hearing about ti. “And your Luna,” I added casually, watching his expression sharpen. “I’ve heard of her. Alaria, isn’t it? Quite the woman from the whispers I’ve caught. Strong, beautiful, not easily bent. You’ve done well for yourself. Though I did hear that you had chosen a different one for a while. I am curious about how you managed to get her to accept you again…” His wolf pushed closer to the surface, a low growl escaping his throat. Good.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

I glared at him, my rage simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you want? And who are you? Can't you see I'm in no mood for company?" My tone conveyed my disinterest in engaging with anyone. He smiled, moving closer to me. I looked at him with empty, emotionless eyes. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I think I've seen you before. You're Luna, the mate of Alpha Dean. What happened? Why did you come here to find comfort, drowning your sorrows?" I had no desire to hear him out. His words only fueled my anger. Standing up, holding my drink, I turned to confront him. Without waiting for his response, I emptied my glass over his head.

I asked, shaking my head in question. “He is your new partner, Elena. El Capo dei Capi. Alvize D’Caprio.” My boss, Mr. Joseph, who had initially called me, said, answering the question. He shook his head at Drake, motioning for him to leave as he stood in front of me, knowing that I was going to make a fuss out of this. He was not going to have me working with a Mafia boss. He did not lose his mind that much, right? The fact that he had called me himself was something that confused me. However, seeing that he was now asking me to work with a Capo, that was the last thing that I expected on a night like this.

“I’m from Silver Fangs pack,” “A human in a wolf pack?” “Yes, wolves and humans co-exist there,” “What’s your age?” I looked at him wondering why is he asking such a question. “I’m… eighteen,” “Eighteen?” he raised one of his eyebrows. He must’ve sensed that I lied. “In four months,” I said. His lips curled in a smile. I can see that Alex finds me interesting. The skies started rumbling and, in a few minutes, it started to rain heavily. I look at Alex and he’s having a strange look on his face.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Alessandro Emilio read the words again and again. Gold Stolen. His anger knew no bounds. He wanted to slay down all those who dared to cross him. Of course he had an idea who could it have done. The ICE. They were only Mafia in Mexico that would dare to do something as foolish as taking enmity with THE SCORPIONS. Federico Zack is the man who always wanted take lead in Mexico but as long as Alessandro is alive, he and his gang ‘ICE’ will never be recognised.

“If I wanted to. And I can do it easily… but I need to be tempted to do so. I am curious, however, of the reason behind you setting that price over her head. You know, given everything that goes around… surely you might have other things to handle.” The silence that followed was thick. Mikhail studied my face, searching for deception, for motive. He wouldn’t find it. I never lied. I only omitted. And now, I waited for what he was going to say. “She embarrassed this pack,” he said finally. “Defied her place. She played a game that was bigger than she was, and she refused to submit or pay the price of her actions.” “As rogues do,” I agreed. “And she spilled blood within the pack.”