Novel Set In Italy Novels & Stories

Genre: Romance, Mafia. Theme: Dark romance. Setting: The book unfolds in Italy and migrates to Russia, and is set to occur in the 21st century Tone: Dark, wild, and steamy Characters:- Mariana Denaro: Female lead. Alexandr Radimr Vastlav: Mariana’s husband. Alejandro Raes Vastlav: Mariana’s brother in-law and her love interest. Mariano Denaro: Mariana’s brother.

◆ MILES ◆ Florence, Italy "Quando penso che meno incompetente di così non si può essere..." Thump. Thud. "Leo, w-we tried everything!" said a panicking British man's voice. "Gave them two times their cut!" "Imbeciles!" Bump. Whack. Glass shattering. "I wouldn't— W-Why would I—" "D'ora in poi, figlio di puttana!" "Stop! No— Leo!"

Pushing my head away from his body frame, I questioned with drowsiness intact in my voice and head. “Where are we?” looking outside the moving vehicle were it was already bright. I narrowed my eyes, while using my hand to block the tiny sun rays. “We are in Italy, it’s a shame that you slept like a log of wood during the whole flight.” He taunted and it had me digging a nasty glare at him because I wasn’t finding the fact that I slept throughout the whole flight funny. “Did you drug me perhaps?” “Why are you so obsessed with the wild accusations on me Elena?”

I just sat there, my black dress shifting with the wind, sand sticking to my ankles like the residue of childhood summers. I knew I should be enjoying myself. This was Capri. This was summer. This was the Romano villa, supposedly once the set of some Italian mafia classic everyone and their grandmother had seen. But all I had was a glass of flat rosé and a piece of paper filled with legal terms. Because inside my head, there was no safer place than silence and definitions. The voice cut through the night like a draft from the wrong direction. In smooth, lightly accented English, rough in that way mornings are after long nights and too many sins, he asked quietly,

She might have done well. He pulled a seat out for her, and walked back to take the opposite chair. “I am starving,” she said as she unwrapped the warm croissants. He wanted to point out that she was always starving, but thought the better of it. “We will not be alone in Florence,” he said, as they ate. “You think that is really the best place to go? Italy is the capital of your Mafia world,” she said, staring at her food worriedly. “That is exactly why I am headed there. Everyone would think I would be foolish to go there.” He bit into his warm buttery brioche.

"Heard a man was beaten to death last week. It's a good thing you took some days off. I don't know why you insist on staying here. You could move this little Pastry down the block." "That's just rumors. I've been here for four months, Lola, and I've never seen anything like that. The place looks eerie but I don't think it's that bad." I shrugged. "If you say so. We gotta start packing." She said and I nodded. It was time to go home. Italy in winter was a good season for the weather but terrifying for night walks. “Sounds like a vampire.” “Sounds like money,” she says with a smirk. “You should deliver pastries there. Get yourself a secret billionaire boyfriend.”

Delia Italy was supposed to be a dream. We landed in Florence as the sun was beginning to dip behind the rolling hills of Tuscany, painting everything in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. Leandro’s estate was a sprawling stone villa perched on a cliffside, surrounded by olive groves and rows of grapes that seemed to stretch into eternity. But as I stepped onto the balcony of my room, the scent of lavender and ancient earth did nothing to calm the storm in my chest. All I could think about was the man back in that cold mansion, sweating through a fever I had helped cause.

Sneaking away from the bodyguards turned out easier than expected, Sheila claimed it was because she watched crime documentaries while I personally believed Frank simply hired idiots. Either way, less than twenty minutes later, we were inside an Uber driving through the streets of Italy while Sheila looked way too proud of herself. “We are fugitives now,” she announced dramatically. “We snuck away from bodyguards, not escaped prison.” “Same thing emotionally.” I shook my head while looking out the window. Italy really was beautiful. The streets glowed warmly beneath the setting sun. Small cafés lined the roads, couples walked hand in hand, and music drifted softly through open restaurant doo

Epilogue One Year Later — Tuscany, Italy Golden sunlight spilled across the rolling hills of Tuscany, casting long shadows over the stone-paved courtyard of the Black family villa. The air was sweet with the scent of wild lavender and the faint aroma of fresh bread baking in the kitchen.

Olivia POV We have been in Italy for a week now and it is amazing. The freedom I have here is nothing compared to what I had in New York. This Vila is massive and I never have anyone around me to make sure I am safe. He'll, I know that there is someone I just can't see them and I am loving this. No-one knows Raphael here so there's no paparazzi around to take photos os us. It’s so much easier. We have been to Venice a couple of times since we arrived and I have been on a shopping spree. The shops are just unbelievable.