Milo Ventimiglia Hot Novels & Stories

A low growl, animal, vibrates in his chest against my back. "Don't move." His voice is hoarse with sleep and use, gravel in the silence. It's not a suggestion. It's an order, even half-asleep. And my body, my traitor body, my body that is no longer really mine, obeys. It relaxes, sinks deeper against him. A wave of heat, different from that of fever or exertion, courses through my lower belly. A damp, disturbing heat. Shameful. Because it's there. Still. The hunger.

Natasha asked angrily. Pavel grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to himself, "I'm Pavel Jucef, the heir of the biggest mafia empire here in the East. From the first day I saw you, I knew I'll have you. Either by force or by your willingness. You once asked if I love you, right? And I said No. I lied. You are mine, I don't want to see anyone around you, I don't want to see any man touch you, I will be the only man you'll ever think of. I'll occupy your brain and mind. You are and will always be mine alone!"

Samanvay nodded and perched on the bed, “Lisa told me you are tense about something, What happened?” Milan sighed. “It's been nine years of Vihan not being with me. I am an unlucky man, Samanvay. A man who couldn't avenge his son’s murder.” Samanvay’s eyes flashed as muscles around his neck tightened. “Vihan’s death will be avenged, Father. I always fulfil my promises. Roger will die, and I will kill him with my own hands. He will die exactly how your son died.” Milan inhaled sharply as Samanvay’s strong voice assured him that his son’s life will not get unavenged. “I am lucky to have you as my son.”

“He’s been threatening me for years.” Jong Ping Jin’s fingers tightened around the phone. “He’s not bluffing this time.” “You taught me never to respect men who beg when their leverage fails,” Milo said evenly. “Funny how lessons age.” The old man’s voice lowered. “He wants Antonioni’s routes. His handlers. His vaults.” “And you want me to betray the man who gave me a name,” Milo replied. “You lost that right.” “Mi Lo…” “Stop,” Milo snapped. “You don’t get to use affection like currency.”

Don’t worry, Mom. He returned to his room before Alessia could stop him. About ten minutes later, he called out, ‘Mommy, come check this out.’ Alessia entered Milo’s room, and he turned his laptop screen toward her. She saw a bank account in Veronica’s name, and several zeroes in the balance. Alessia counted, ‘Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a…a million..’ She was struck dumb, struggling to grasp the huge sum. ‘There’s two million dollars in there,’ Milo said matter-of-factly. ‘Let’s get the money and treat ourselves to a fancy meal. The man of the house will take two lovely ladies out. How’s that sound?’

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

He opened the door wide enough and the shining healthy Milo walked into the room wagging his tail and then stopped as his eyes met with Veronica lying on the hospital bed. “Milo!” Veronica stretched her hand in his direction and he rushed to jump onto her bed. “I missed you!” Veronica said as they engulfed in a hug and Milo licked up her face, barking loudly. “You’re back!” She smiled, ruffling his shining brown hair. “And you look so strong!” “How do you feel?” Aries pecked on her lips, caressing her head. “I’m good!” She answered. “You’re mad at me?” Aries asked. “I had no idea you were talking about the sex tape when you mentioned the video.”

There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn’t mean to. I looked down at his parted lips, and that’s how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory. “Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?” Feli woke me up. “Huh? What? Ahm, it’s quite hot right now.” I avoided looking at her. I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.

She had better things to worry about. She felt much more nervous knowing that from one moment to the next, that man with tattoos and rough appearance, would come to claim her little lie; that was stupid, she wouldn't have to be forced to give her last name if she didn't want to, but, in Becca's words, that man was potentially dangerous, a supposed mafia leader. Taking a little break in the middle of that busy night, Caterina watched the place while leaning against one of the walls; she admired the beautiful women dancing almost naked, she felt

“Follow me.” One-Mile hopped in his Jeep and waited for the other guy to follow in what seemed like his rented sedan. All the while, questions kept niggling at him. Was Valeria safe in Florida? Who had taken over Emilo Montilla’s splinter faction of the Tierra Caliente cartel after his death? And why would the organization suddenly get desperate enough to threaten innocent women days after one of their bosses had bit a bullet?