Romans & histoires Peppino X Anton

Everyone rolled their eyes. I grasped my cup of lemonade, eagerly gulping down the sweet drink as Joaquin turned his attention back towards his food. I could tell he didn’t want to entertain Antonio any further than he needed to. Seeing how his grin stretched mischievously, both Joaquin and I could tell he was about to start something. “So if he were to come downstairs, I would have to share my food?” “That is what I said.” “Right, right.” Antonio nods, his grin spreading and eyes twinkling. He ignored dad’s eye roll, more focused on the way Papa narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He continued, “.....so-”

Anton’s low whisper. “Are you saying something?” Angelo stopped eating when he heard Anton whisper. “No, I said you’re like a pig,” Anton said with sarcasm. “You’re an ugly frog,” Angelo said back. “You’re not the only one who knows how to mock. Taste the ferocity of a master class level in mockery.” “Pig.” “Frog.”

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

Antonio smirked, his eyes narrowed as he saw Sean's gentle pat on Angela's back almost near her waist. “Yeah, we are really close friends from middle school but after high school, we …you know…have to part ways”. He smiled back at Angela and continued. “Anyway it’s really a pleasure to meet you in person, Antonio Montero. I am a huge fan of your movies”. He said politely and offered a handshake. Antonio's gaze flicked back to his hand on Angela's slender shoulder, the demon eyes darkened and eyebrows twitched. “How much do you know about me?”

I turned. Anton was there in a mini black tactical vest, riding Broccolini like a war horse. Carrotini had face paint smeared under her leaves and Greg looked… grumpier than usual. “You’re late,” I said. “Greg rolled into a puddle,” Anton huffed. “And Broccolini stepped in bird poop.” “Battle scars,” Broccolini grumbled. “Let’s begin,” Carrotini said, dramatically spinning one of her butter knives. “Veggies, assume disguise.”

He complimented him as he patted his shoulder. "What the fuck, Anton!" A loud voice bellowed and a figure approached them. It seemed like the nerdy guy from the cafeteria. "Haven't you learned what personal space means to you, numbskull?!" Anton just laughed while his friend glared at him. "I'm Anton, by the way," he said, stretching his hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you." Hesitantly, Mikey held his hand. "Michael. But you can call me Mikey."

"No ordinary person fights like that! You have to be a professional killer!" Bianca pointed at me, trembling. "Enzo, you're terrifying. Y-you actually know how to fight." I brushed the dust off my clothes and stared coldly at Antonio. "Shall we continue?" Antonio's eyes flickered, then he suddenly shouted, "Bianca, watch out! He's going to take you hostage!" Instinctively, I turned to look at Bianca. In that split second, Antonio yanked a bottle of pepper spray from his pocket and sprayed it straight into my eyes.

Not long after their conversation, the door creaked open with footsteps echoing through the room. Antonio turned in the direction, his lips curling into an evil smile at the sight before him. Two of his private Investigators emerged from the shadows with a young champ in their middle. Antonio's gaze swept over the young man, but his expression remained impassive. “Sir. We have him. Marco Rossi, the doctor's son.” Donald announced his voice firm. “I'll call you back,” Antonio said as he ended the call with Vicenzo. He dropped his phone on the desk, his feet burning with vengeance as he approached Marco whose breathing came in ragged bursts.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

But the fact is that the man did not do that. "By the way, aren't you curious about me?" Antonio whispered intimately in Rose's ear. The girl had just started putting the pasta into the pot to boil. While at the kitchen table he had prepared the garlic, shallots, and onions to be chopped. She had also prepared the canola oil that would be used for cooking. However, Antonio's sudden grabbing of her waist and hugging her from behind made her instantly stop moving. "I don't care." Rose answered briefly. "Oh, yeah? Even though I'm a criminal?" Antonio provoked. "You don't know what I do, do you? I'm probably a human organ dealer."