Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo Novels & Stories

Alessandro answers with a short smile. "Maybe she's crying because she has to look at your ugly face" Ian laughs, Alessandro walks over to him and puts his fist right in Ian balls. "Fuck!" Ian screams holding his harden and falling on the floor, Mario lets out a giggle as he watches his uncle cry out in pain. "How have you been Lynn? Any dates? Boyfriends? I ask. "I've had a few hookups but nothing can compare to him I guess, I think being single is best for me" She puts on a fake smile and I nod my head.

“You’re just as brash as I remember.” “What is she talking about?” Renata asked, finally calmer than earlier. “A toast.” Giovanni held his glass up. “To Giuliano. I hope you live out the rest of your years in the paradise you’ve so yearned for. Thank you for being a trusted and loving brother all these years. To Giuliano.” “To Giuliano,” Domenico and I spoke before taking a drink. “Who is becoming the underboss?” Antonio asked, finally listening to the words being spoken.

The manager continued, sounding breathless, “Your relationship with Charlie aside, you have to understand that you nearly got yourself in trouble… if you haven’t already. You know who you were talking to there? That is Antonio Bernoti.” I paused. “Who? I don’t even know who he is,” I said by way of response. “All I know is that he has been very rude and attacked one of ours. He attacked Charlie!” “Charlie made a joke and it wasn’t very well taken by the Boss,” he chuckled shakily. “Maybe you need to understand who the hell Antonio is. He owns half the bars and casinos in the country. He’s a boss who can tell his men to kill the president and they aren’t going to bat an eye before doing it. A

We’ve made out severally and it’s always been intense so I know the sex will be good, WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT. A message on my phone snaps me back to reality and I check to see who it is. Anthony. Anthony: We’ve got a name on our culprit. Sebastian Carlos. Age 25, former member of the Devils Gate cult group now a sniper for different kinds of Mafia lords and bandits. Matteo: So we would have to know his most recent clients to get to who he’s working for? Anthony: Yes sir, Bella is currently working on that. Matteo: Good, keep me posted and keep an eye on him, his every move should be monitored.

“He’s been having some problems with the kids at school and… not having a father. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea or get his hopes up.” My heart that was soaring now crashes. I forgot how cruel little kids can be at times. I draw my hand towards her cheek and stroke it gently. “I understand,” I respond in Italian. “I won’t give him any reason to think we’re more than friends unless you really want him to know.” She seems relieved. “Thank you, Nero,” she says and I take the plates from her and walk to the dinner table. As we eat dinner, I make a point to include Nereo in the conversation. He’s a bright kid, full of energy and curiosity. It’s not long before we’re talking about soccer,

I look towards the source to see a man in late twenties. He looks friendly but I ignore him because I am not interested in making friends here. "You don't want to talk, I see. But aren't you bored sitting here alone?" He asks expectantly and taking a seat. "No" I answer truthfully. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to the most handsome guy here?" He asks feigning hurt. "Yes." "Well, I think we should be friends. My name is Niccolo. I am Luciano's right-hand man and his childhood friend. What about you?" He asks extending his hand.

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.