Orgulloso Novels & Stories

Giovanni was so disgusted with their betrayal and their pathetic attempt to excuse their behaviour that he glared at their fat broken bodies. Mio Ricardo, è più un uomo di entrambi. Guardatelo voi patetici sciocchi, è magnifico, un vero Don. Mi rende orgoglioso qualcosa che voi due non avete mai raggiunto.‘ [My Ricardo, he is more of a man than either of you. Look at him you pathetic fools, he is magnificent, a true Don. He makes me proud something you two never achieved.] They had lowered their heads hurt and ashamed of what they had tried to do but at these cruel words Frederico lifted his head and spat back

I asked looking straight at Alessandro who was vigorously wiping the make up off his face. "Yeah but its not very easy to open my mouth after all you have done to humiliate me on the name of revenge.I feared to get caught by few of their customers who used to fuck me in old times.Can you imagine?My manly pride was on stake."He huffed in annoyance while pulling out the oranges from the bra he wore. I too had a very hard time to control myself from laughing hard seeing his poor state but I also felt proud of him.Italian man never compromise with their attitude and ego let alone a mafia man roaming on the streets disguising as a woman.

The tables had turned, the roles reversed, yet the echoes of that past confrontation remained all too vivid. With a quiet confidence, Nello began to speak, his words a defense that held a facade of assurance. "I hold no reason to betray the Cosa Nostra," he declared, his voice carrying a sense of conviction. "As a made man, my allegiance is bound by pride and self-respect. If ever I were to oppose the Familia, it would be a choice made boldly, with my head held high. I am a Capo, and every action I take is imbued with the essence of pride and self-respect," Nello's voice resonated with a self-assuredness that both impressed and grated against my senses.

Overco​nfident. ‌

Swallowing my remaining wine to get strength I answered the phone. "Hello. How may I help you?" I sounded like a telephone service person. "Miss. Alessandro" His voice was deep and husky and something in his forming of words didn't stick right with me. "S-Sorry f-for not pas-ssing by your office" Either he was dying or he was drunk and for both of our sakes I went with the latter.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

"Why does it matter? Will it hurt your ego to work with a girl? Will it wound your pride?" Alpha Star chuckled. "Definitely a girl," "And based off your masochistic chauvinism, I'm pretty sure you're a guy," "You've got quite an attitude," "Thank you very much, I work hard to maintain it," Star One's phone pinged with a message and she fished it out of her pocket. She checked the message and began texting.

I growl out, angry to have been beaten by her. My weak mate.