Milo Rossi Book Novels & Stories

This bastard seemed really determined to blow her head off if she kept screaming and resisting. Yes, what kind of dream did Bella have last night that she had to experience a kidnapping like this? It was clear to her that these people were members of a gang. Marco Vilante, as Darrel suspected, was a dangerous mafia leader. Bella never thought she would have to deal with these dangerous people. It was all because of that damn accident that led to her being kidnapped like this.

Who am I if not the great Miliani Hwang. I singlehandedly took down one of the biggest bosses in the country. I singlehandedly increased profits in the bars and casinos left to me. I did all of that and I was barely sixteen at the time. "Miliani. are we going home..... to mom? Why.... are we on.... a plane?" he asks suddenly. I traitorous tear trails down my cheek and I raise my eyes to his. I shake my head, unable to talk because of the lump in my throat.

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

Milo stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click like he didn’t want to startle anyone. Up close, he looked a little younger than Ryder expected. Fair hair falling loose over his forehead, a plain hoodie and jeans like he’d come straight from somewhere... normal. “Hey,” Milo said, offering a small, easy smile. “Uh—Milo. Milo Laskey.” He rubbed the back of his neck for a second, then dropped his hand and squared his shoulders like he remembered where he was. “Nice to meet you both.”

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

I said coldly, “cut his dick off. Make him chew it.” Matteo didn’t even blink he lives for this, my third in command step forward, pulling out a pair of surgical scissors from the blood spattered toolbox. “Gladly, boss,” he said with a devil’s grin. “Please! I’ll talk!” the bastard shrieked, his voice breaking like a child’s. He whimpered and pissed himself, and yet he dared to look me in the eye. They think I’ve gone soft, that i have been so buried in my legitimate businesses that I’ve forgotten who the fuck I am. But I’m still Stefan Rossi. Still the name whispered in the dark with fear and respect.

She stood just behind Lorenzo, whispering something into his ear that made his shoulders tighten. I blinked once. Snapped her picture. Milo didn’t take five seconds. “Nina Rojas. Peruvian. Trauma linguist. Specializes in neurochemical response to stress stimuli. Used to write poetry. Now she writes contingency plans. No official affiliations. No public records in the last 14 months. Dangerous.” I barely nodded. “She’s the handler,” Milo added. “She’s not just with him, she’s balancing him.” That told me everything I needed to know.

the girl requested and Mila nodded. "Eleanor and Park is a really good book, and also Just Friends is a great one," Mila told the girl as she handed her the books. The girl examined the books, then thanked Mila and went to pay. Mila returned to the table and she found somebody reading what she was writing. She walked quickly and took the notebook from his hands, closing it. Annoyance was crystal clear on her face.

—there were a few things I'd like to say to the asshole! Settling my butt more firmly onto the seat, I wrapped my arms around Rook's trim waist, and questioned, "What are we waiting on?" ~~ A few minutes later, Rook was maneuvering the bike through the streets, and I couldn't help but let Mother Nature soothe me. The wind blew silken caresses against my skin, whispering its love song within the fragrances it carried upon its breath, and I allowed myself to relax a little for the first time in a long time. The last four years had been rough, and I'd missed the few members of my old family I'd become close with, and I missed Dillon. I'd had no alternative though, but to realize there was no go