Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo Novels & Stories

"My name is Nicholas Rossi." I shake his hand quickly. I clear my throat slightly. "How can I help you guys?" The second twin reaches his hand out as well. I shake it as he introduces himself. "I'm Antonio Rossi." He lets my hand go slowly. He coughs slightly and puts his hands in his pockets. I follow the movement and my eyes widen as I take in the giant bulge in his pants. I look to the side slightly to see that Nicholas also has a bulge of his own. I look back up and into the dark eyes of Antonio. He goes to take a step forward but Nicholas reaches a hand out to stop him. They look at each other for a moment before Antonio curses under his breath in Italian.

His accent, too. When his mask drops to his chin, I scoff and nearly slap myself. I slide my palm down my face. The immediate relief gets rid of the tension in my muscles. “Figlio di puttana.” It's Niccolo. Or "Stryker9CZ" to his buddies on the internet. The guy I paid to hack into the country club's network. Niccolo was the one who helped Seraphine locate and copy the accounting files. The top secret ledgers, too.

For the next three hours, they worked. Dimitri pulled up files Marco had compiled, organizational charts, financial records, intelligence reports on Antonio's operations in Rome. They identified key players. Made lists. Analyzed weaknesses. Antonio's Inner Circle: * Luca Santoro: Head of operations, loyal to Antonio for twenty years, unlikely to turn * Giovanni Ricci: Weapons supplier, mercenary, follows money not loyalty....POSSIBLE * Marcello Bellini: Territory manager, family man, might turn if offered protection....POSSIBLE

Well I don't want to go in that lane as I have nothing to do with their family issues nor I have a right to poke my nose in what that doesn't concern me. It was past one in the afternoon.I had a light lunch as the jet lag made me nauseous since I stepped out of the plane.Secondly,I was restless as I didn't hear anything from Stefano.He went to meet his father which wasn't a good thing.Antonio De Niro gives chills to evdn dead bones. What if he unleash his brutality on Stefano? "No Destiny think positively.Stefano isn't a child.He can defend himself even against Satan.He'd be here soon."I tried to keep my nerves normal.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

I’d do anything for Connor. “Ms. Castro, I’m sorry for your loss.” I snap back to the present and shake the older gentleman's hand. “Thank you, sir,” I mumble in disinterest. Another gentleman with thick gray hair steps in front of us with consoling words. I recognize him instantly. He’s Stefano Perroni, one of Alistair’s associates. This man fits the greasy mobster mold to a T. His gray hair is gelled back tightly, and his black suit is pressed. I cringe at his lascivious appraisal of my body when he extends his ring-covered hand in my direction. Taking his hand, I swallow back the bile that threatens to choke me. Mr. Perroni is seriously creepy and pervy.

VICTORIA Lorenzo wouldn’t be riding with me. The inhibitors were barely taking the edge off. Before the door shut, Dr. Pietro said goodbye to me. "I’ll be coming to your city to study the Luna Nera drug in the Greco labs, and I’ll be personally involved in your case. I hope to see you doing much better very soon," he said, squeezing my hand through the open car window. Honestly, I was really grateful to him, despite the strange way we’d met.

Nick may ask my brother the question but he looks at Tony as he speaks causing Tony to smile. "I do believe he is responsible for historic and current abuse to our Luna and also the attempted murder of our Luna." The moment Tony calls me his Luna I feel my legs slightly buckle but thankfully Will holds me up as he whispers in my ear. "You're ok. I know hearing him calling you that is a shock but it's true and regardless of the current situation between my brother and you, we are still all here to protect you." His response both scares me and warms my heart all at the same time.

The smirk on her lips could not escape my sharp eyes. The door releases a soft sound when it shuts off and now the man standing in front gains our full attention. He puts his stuff down on the desk before turning and saying, “As Mrs. Levigne has introduced me, I’m Nicholas Taylor, your new Accountancy professor.” Oh! This is what I missed! “My hard work will encourage you to do better, and in return, I want your sharp presence of mind. I don’t want to catch anyone daydreaming in the middle of class. I demand respect…”

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."