Palazzo Rocco You Are My Antidote Novels & Stories

There was still a dull ache. “That old bastard!” I cursed under my breath. I still can't believe he almost had his way with me. But what exactly does Rocco need this evidence for anyway. But no matter what, I'm never doing that again. That afternoon as promised, Rocco sent someone to pick me up and dropped me back at the Giordano mansion. I felt a bit better, the drug mostly flushed from my system, though my muscles were still sore and my head was hurting a bit. As I entered the main hall, I ran straight into Antonio. He stopped dead, his eyes raking over my bandaged head and split lip. He didn't say a word, just let out a curt scoff before turning and walking away.

A deep familiar voice from a distance interrupted my contemplation “Amico mio! I knew I'd find you here” I turned to see my friend, Roco, approached with a knowing smile. “This is the third time this year you've made a break for it , isn't it?” he asked shaking his head. I looked at him with a concerned gaze” Roco,how did you know I was here?” “ you are not as steathly as you think you are my friend” Roco chuckled “ you are always drawn to this place. it's like a sanctuary for you”

The morning was still you she stroll down the stairs , walking down the garden she saw a chair my the left side of the garden she sat there her head collapsed at the upturned of the chair her hands surrendered sided by side She let out a soft sigh “I've been getting protected all my life, it's time to to protect myself”she mumbled Thirty minutes passed she's still on the same spot and posture Then here confidently comes our almighty Rocco , walking so dashily looking up breathtaking handsome ,his face ,he has a sharp cheekbones and strong jawlines,with a warm lightly tanned skin his dark hair is wally and wet ,his shoulders are broad and appear muscular, his lips are almondly round pink with

“She’s not the prize. She’s the bell. You ring her, and all the dogs come running. That’s all we need.” Robin blew out a breath, then pointed to the map. A red circle marked the villa’s road, another the east warehouses. “So what’s next?” Ricci offered him a boyish grin. “Send her Lilies.” Robin blinked. “Flowers?” “Not flowers. A message,” Ricci said, smirking like he enjoyed watching Robin squirm. Robin sighed. “I’ll set it up.” “Good.” Ricci said. “What do you got against Antonio Costello? I don’t think you ever told me,” Robin asked. Raising a blonde eyebrow.

Ricci froze when the first scream echoed around the villa, ‘Alcina’ He hissed then yelled at the guards, ‘Leave no one alive, I will deal with the traitor.’ They split up and he headed for the sound of her voice and it almost killed him to hear her sobbing and begging for the monster to stop whatever he was doing to her. The sound of gunshots penetrated Mario’s lust and he paused lifting his head, ‘Così il giovane pretendente era finalmente venuto per la sua donna.’ [So the young pretender had finally come for his woman.]

The toxin eased suddenly—clarity rushing in. Sofia’s hidden antidote origins flashed: during her “residency,” she’d worked in black-market labs, sourcing nanotech counters from ex-KGB chemists. The vial she’d forced on me? Not poison alone—a delayed antidote, triggered by adrenaline. Her touch on the plane—implanting a tracker? The door exploded inward. Dante stormed in—bloodied, furious—gun blazing at Moretti guards outside. He took Rocco down with a tranq dart to the neck, the enforcer slumping mid-lunge.

I pressed my lips together, annoyed with myself for asking the question. “We're here,” Mr Palazzo said as the car stopped in front of a white mansion. The gates swung open and we walked inside. Before we could even knock, the door opened revealing a tall man with slicked-back black hair and a roguish smile. Antonio Lombardi Ricardo's cousin His eyes immediately landed on me, sweeping over me in a way that made my skin crawl. He stood up straight and widened his grin, stretching his hand out to shake me. “Ahh Mr Palazzo, thank you for coming. And thank you for bringing this lovely lady with you,” he said smoothly, I couldn't help but notice a lecherous undertone.

But she was willing to do anything to keep her family safe. “I'm sorry, Ricardo,” she muttered as tears lingered in her eyes. She couldn't choose her happiness over Ricardo's happiness. Rocco poisoned Santiago, an untraceable poison, and only he had the antidote. If she didn't do what Rocco wanted, Santiago would have died that day. ___ Rocco's mansion was adorned with twinkling lights and elegant decorations in preparation for his engagement party with Alana. The grand hall was filled with the chatter of guests mingling and the clinking of glasses as Rocco welcomed everyone with a smile.

I knocked on his door, and almost immediately, I heard his gruff voice inviting me in. "Come in," Rocco called out. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, a single lamp casting a warm glow over the space. Rocco sat in a large armchair near the window, his bandaged arm resting on the armrest. He looked up as I entered, and I could see a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes—was it jealousy? "You son of a bitch," Rocco said, his voice a blend of mockery and genuine emotion. "Is that why you run to Italy at the slightest opportunity? To bang my girl? Look at how exhausted she looked."