Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo Novels & Stories

The corner of his mouth curved. I cleared my throat softly. “Don Luciano,” I said, “this is my husband, Antonio.” Luciano’s smile deepened, as he extended his hand. “Ah,” he murmured, “so this is the man who won what the Lombardi boy could never deserve.” Antonio took his hand and shook it, his face cold and expressionless. Luciano nodded, “Handsome, confident. You’ve chosen wisely, Alessia. Far better than the Lombardi ragazzo inutile,” he added with a sneer, his Italian rolling easily off his tongue.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

(Shut the fuck up) Antonio chuckled. Of course, my best friend knows why I can't cum and it is because of the brown-haired beauty that swarms my mind every damn day. "Speak Antonio I don't have the whole day to listen to you muttering about Laila." Antonio cleared his throat and said, "It was Lorenzo de Russo." I was appalled by the information delivered.

Stefano, Samuele, and I sat on one side, and Johnny, Luca, and Ciro sat on the other side. The driver started driving, and I awkwardly sat in between Stefano and Samuele. I decided to break the silence by asking, "Are all of you related or what?" They chuckled and said, "No, we are good friends. More like brothers," Johnny said, and I just nodded. "Do you guys have siblings?" I asked all of them. "Yes, Luca has a sister; you've already met her, Isabella. Samuel and I don't have siblings, and Ciro also has siblings: an older brother, a younger brother, and a sister," Johnny answered again without looking at me.

asked Derrick happily that there would finally be someone else to help him with the assistant work . " There is a boy named Antonio here . His CV check is weird . He has both a green and an orange circle . " Oh , that guy ! He was quite interesting too . When I tried to find more information about him it was as if someone was purposely trying to keep it blocked from other people that may try to look for him . I couldn't find about his past but I found the necessary information that was needed for him for the past five years . He was in a car accident and was hospitalized for three years . His son was already born so I suppose the information must have been blocked about six years ago . He i

“I thought you were Niccolo’s guy, not Riccardo’s.” “I was, I was.” Tony turned back to the truck. “Now, I’m yours, and it just so happens that being Niccolo’s gave me a hell of a look behind the Marino curtain.” My stomach churned. Niccolò Marino had dealt in women, first and foremost, we’d discovered as we tried to hunt him down. His father had lots of interests and swore that the auction was the only time he had his hand in that particular activity. I wasn’t so sure.

“So why kill him now? He was ours when he talked to me.” Nico rubbed his eyes. “Either he flipped, or –” “Cazzo. Same old bullshit, Nicolai.” My fist connected with the chair until its legs scraped and it rocked back. Nico’s hand dropped from the laptop and his face went pale. “Find Moretti.” “Friends of his ping dark-net runs, but he’s using burners I can’t trace. Somebody’s feeding him resources,” Nico admitted, sinking into the chair as he shoved a packet across the screen, three IPs through an oil broker’s shell. Each hop had a fresh cash thumbprint.

To my surprise, the Luna nodded in response before wrapping her hand around her mate’s bicep. “She is right, Dante. Neither me or Nicholas would have been in your life if we merely stuck to our bloodlines. And while my parents were not enemies, your father was, and he was my father’s enemy, and he did not hesitate to allow the two of us to be together, he did not stop from educating Nicholas as if he were his own son even though Giovanni was in his life.” She said, looking at her mate. Dante studied his mate’s expression for a few seconds before nodding as he let my mate’s neck go. I wrapped my arm around Valerie, pulling her to me before walking toward Dante as he got up to get his things.

Nicolas looked down at his feet, not looking at the man whose green eyes met my brown ones. “I believe that it is right to first introduce you to your older brother, more specifically, since you know HIM, at least to let you know to apologize to him for your behavior earlier…” I frowned when I saw him looking at Nicolas who shook his head at the man. His eyes met mine for a second before he looked at the man “I’m Alessandro De Luca, Aurora’s father, and YOUR father’s prisoner”

I'd hate to think what. The PI sent me a file, inside is the explanation of why Nico's knickers were in a twist when he saw that priest. Father Antonio Moretti, now fifty-two years old, is a famous priest in Naples and a family priest to the Vescari's. But there's not much about him and Nico. There is also a section in the file about the priest being in prison for some time, but it doesn’t say what the charges were. Something about this priest is still a puzzle to me. How does he have such a hold on Nico, even without being here?