Palazzo Rocco You Are My Antidote Novels & Stories

“Why are you so mad about me asking my man to poison that Exequiel? Aren’t you Marco’s women?” “What are you talking about? How did you know about Marco?” taking a step in the direction of the edge of the rooftop, Rocco can feel the wind touching skin. He look at Hera who is looking in the shoulder she shot. Removing his suit, Rocco revealed the bullet proof vest he is wearing. Hera sigh in annoyance. “I am well aware that many people want me dead. Aren’t I genius?” “The next time I fire this bullet, I will make sure to put it inside that head of yours-“

Deandre Romeo I got home after 5 days in Italy doing a lot of work. I got home a little bit late at night. I walked inside and found the TV turned on. I walked into the living room and found Tatiana sleeping on the sofa with the TV watching her sleep. I walked to the special cupboard to get a bottle of wine. I took one glass and walked back to the living room. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I drank it and closed my eyes.

He made his choice. “I am not walking away,” Leo said. “But I am not joining you either. I am getting Kai out. And then I am going to put a bullet in the Don myself. If you want to help, fine. If you want to stop me, you will have to kill me right here.” Luca studied him for a long second. Then he stepped aside. “East wing. Third floor. Four guards. The antidote is in the safe behind the desk. Code is your mother’s birthday. The one he made everyone forget.”

The guard gave a strangled gasp before crumpling soundlessly. Lorenzo swallowed hard. “Still ruthless.” “Still alive,” Rocco muttered, dragging the body out of sight. “Move.” They slipped inside, the villa’s marble halls stretching before them. The place reeked of money and danger. Crystal chandeliers, velvet curtains, gold-framed paintings. But beneath the glamour lurked the sound of boots on marble, the distant clink of glasses, laughter echoing from Ricardo’s private rooms. “Feels like walking into a church,” Lorenzo whispered.

I walked into the warehouse and found Alessandro packing cocaine into a suitcase; he looked at me and stopped in his tracks. "Very romantic, Mr. Russo," I tease, walking slowly to him, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. "Packing drugs on our date night, aren't you?" I folded my arms across my chest, my breasts popping out a little. "I'm sorry baby, I just needed to ship these out or I would be in deep shit with the American mafia He sighed and I walked around his desk and placed my hands on his chest, stroking my hands along, which made his breathing hitch.

The pills rattled against the glass. “Is this what you mean by love? Luca, you wanted me dead so that your b*st*rd son could take my place.” He went pale. His lips trembled, but no words came out. “Since you enjoy feeding people these,” I continued calmly, “tonight, you can have a taste of it.” I snapped my fingers. Uncle Rocco stepped forward, carrying a bowl of dark liquid. It contained ten times the dosage. “No… No, please!” Luca struggled violently against the ropes.

Room 8 passed by in a blur as I focused on my destination: room 9. As I reached room 9, my heart raced with anticipation. I turned the doorknob and gently pushed the door open. Inside, Rocco greeted me with a smile, his mouth slightly agape. He stood there, clad in only a towel, his hairy chest exposed. Closing the door behind me, I stepped further into the room, my gaze fixed on Rocco. The dim lighting cast a seductive ambience, intensifying the tension that crackled between us. It was a delicate dance, a play of power and manipulation.

“He’s waiting for the backup.” “Not for long,” Riccardo muttered. He stormed toward the panic room, Marco and his men close behind. The door didn’t stand a chance. With a single, well-placed shot, the lock gave way, and Riccardo entered the room. Mendoza stood there, trembling, eyes wide with terror. “You—this is a mistake, Falcone!” he yelled, his voice strained. “You can’t win this. You’re fighting for nothing!” Riccardo’s lips curled into a smile, but it wasn’t a smile of triumph—it was a smile of destruction. “I’m fighting for everything.”

"Are you seriously pretending you don’t know?" I stood and tied my robe loosely, giving a nod to my sweet Buona, who smirked at me before strolling toward the door. She passed Rocco slowly, licking her lips as she brushed by him. He didn’t flinch, but the glare he shot her could have lit her on fire. "What happened to Lorenzo?" I asked casually, sinking into the velvet chair beside my bed like it was just another morning. Rocco wiped a hand down his face, pacing like a lion in a cage.

“But remember what I said.” Raphael’s grin faded slightly. “Antonio Rocci does not die tonight.” Vito retrieved every single document Antonio had been using to control Milan. He recovered her passport. Birth records. Marriage certificate. Financial files. Even the smaller personal documents Antonio likely believed were too insignificant for anyone to notice missing. Nothing remained in Rocci's hands by the time Vito and his men finished tearing through the estate. The attack had been swift. Brutal. Efficient. Broken furniture and blood-stained Antonio’s once-pristine mansion while armed men stood trembling under Vito’s authority.