Novel & Cerita Mr Tomato

He felt so exhausted, but he wasn’t going to sleep, not until he got dinner for Martina. He sat in the living room and placed an order for the Magic Bowl, a Chinese-Mauritian dish that is a special stir fry finished with a fried egg on top. Vincenzo’s mouth watered as he stared at the picture of the meal. “Roberto would love to have this.” He thought. He stood up from the sofa and rushed down to Roberto’s room. He got to the door and knocked on it softly. “What would you love to eat Mr. Roberto? You haven’t eaten anything today,” He placed his ear against the door to hear his response.

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

KATE "Miss McCartney?" A tall man, dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, approaches the table where Meg and I are having lunch. "Mr. Coleman!" Meg stands up, and I do the same. "It's good to have you back." "I returned last night. I have a meeting with Ryan shortly." "Alright." Meg looks at me. "Oh! Kate, this is Mr. Niels Coleman. Mr. Coleman, this is Katherine, Mr. Ryan's new assistant." His gaze meets mine.

“You’re not in any condition to leave, Tamara. Like I said, my aunt is a nurse, she can help take care of you. Stay, at least until you’re healed enough to walk properly.” I let out a heavy sigh as I weighed my options- like I actually had an option. “Fine.” He nodded his head triumphantly as he reached for the tv remote off of the coffee table. He turned it on and a random news station played. The news woman was reporting on the massive mudslide that swept through the area last night. Elliot left me to rest and watch tv while he fucked off to some other part of his house I hadn’t seen yet. I ended up dozing off again, no weird dream this time, thankfully.

] She asked calmly her eyes never leaving his face, ‘Vieni con me, non appartieni al topo Marconi, sei un Santini e tuo padre ha lasciato istruzioni precise su chi dovresti sposare.’ [You are coming with me, you do not belong with the Marconi rat, you are a Santini and your father left strict instructions about who you should marry.] Romero looked around and was shocked to see the Dons had left and so had most of his men, ‘Che cazzo?’ [What the fuck?]

Our baristas are about thirty minutes after us for a six am opening. I have about three hours before I have to leave for the day and head home to get ready for my date with my future husband. Maxim Romanov is a sexy ass devil with his black cut so short it’s almost a buzz cut, deep, dark green eyes, always light scruff but never clean shave and never a beard. His ivory skin is covered in tattoos. He has tattoos covering his arms, chest and back from what I've seen. I think he has some on his thigh. Let's not forget that angular jaw adding to his sexy, domineering look. He’s a sexy devil and I know he’s nothing but sin.

I say, "It's not up for sale." "Don't talk to that man again," he grits through his teeth. "Aww, why? Is the big bad mob boss jealous?" I ask making sure that I annoy him. He says, "That's Santino Martino. My biggest rival. If you are seen talking to him, then my men will be suspicious of you." Okay. I exclaim, "Great!" We move in sync for a few more minutes. As the lights dim, I push him away.

I kept looking at the woman and I could swear that it was Ayita but what was she doing here? This was the last place I was expecting to see Ayita but here she was actually dressed so skimpily and serving drinks, really? Why the hell was she in Russia by the way? “Mr zayn” I saw my client walking towards me with a sleazy smirk on his face while a cigarette was hanging between his lips. “Mr Romero” I stretched out my hand and he took it before taking a seat opposite me, he owned the club and everyone inside were under his wing. How the hell did she end up meeting romero?

The house she lived in was actually luxurious but Madam Morin gave her a very stuffy former warehouse room. She stared at the white ceiling. Beta Romeo always said that even though she already felt too much pain due to the man's words. She knew the reason why he hated her, because she had been a rogue. Beta Romeo is the guy who hates castarogue the most. How could they not, they can only destroy a peaceful and peaceful pack into shattered if they are acting up.