Peppino X Anton Novels & Stories

Antonio muttered as he sized him up and down. "Ivan, meet Antonio Romano, our boss," Margaret introduced. "I'm Ivan Ivan…nice to meet you, boss Antonio" Ivan brought out his hands for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Ivan" Antonio shook his hands and Ivan smiled. Finally, he met his father's greatest enemy. "Now, let's go back to why we are here," Antonio said and walked away from them. He signaled to Marco and Marco got the message. He clapped his hands calling for attention and the loud and cheering noises suddenly went quiet, the music too.

Antonio stepped out, eyes red-rimmed from stress and sleepless night. “Busy snooping?” he asked flatly. Grinch turned to him— arms folded, eyes burning holes through his hard façade. “What's with the look?" Antonio asked, shutting his laptop. “You knew the deal—clean hit, not playing some insane lover,” Grinch confronted. “Plans change.” Antonio sighed, tilting his head. “You can’t even hide it.” “What's wrong with it?" Antonio jagged, nestling partly on the desk—a dark smirk forming. “I’m just craving some Bulgarian p*ssy.”

“ Antonio , you don’t know me well . “ said Annette , still forcing herself to smile in a calm way . “ I think I know you enough . The only people that I need to know well now is my parents and no one else . Antonia was enough for me . “ said Antonio with a devilish smirk as he looked at Annette’s hateful but at the same time scared expression . “ Antonio , you are new so I am saying this for your own good . “ said Annette , trying top calmly convince him . “ Annette….. “ said Antonio and leaning his head near her shoulder . “ I will repeat this for the last time . Don’t mess with me…….No matter how hard you try it will be useless . Antonia already told me everything . “ said Antonio with a

I said, my grip tightened on my phone. “Anton is also a smart shark, Vincent. He knows what he’s doing. Don’t you think that he’ll boast his mental victory over you? If you help him to become Russian leader then it’ll impact your position. A man like Anton who has no name of his own, succeeded in playing Vincent De Niro on his finger tips.” Stefano said and he was right on his place. “I think you haven’t heard everything I said, gentlemen.” I sighed and gestured Marcello to play the footage I managed to fetch from the French club after the bloody scene.

she said with a wave. “Rebecca. You’re looking good as usual,” he smiled back at her. “I hope my brother is treating you well.” Rebecca shrugged, “as well as someone like him knows how to,” she made sure to laugh so Gio knew she was joking. They didn’t know each other well enough to know things like that and the last thing she needed was him telling Vincent and him being offended. “Well there only so much I can teach him,” Gio laughed back. “This is Antonio but, we call him Ant and his younger brother Teo,” he continued motioning towards the two men with him. “They are from Italy.”

It was as if he could see Valentina again, playing piano in the center of the room. Then, he said, "I want to hear 'The Evermore Marriage.'" "Alright. Let's go. I'll play it for you." … For the next two weeks, there was no word of Valentina. There wasn't even a trace of Paolo. Antonio smashed a wine bottle and bellowed, "Useless pricks! You can't even track down two people? What are you standing around for? Get out there and keep looking!" His rage was unlike anything before. For a moment, everyone in the casino froze in fear.

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

Antonio Antonio walks out of the coffee shop and tries to stifle a smile. How had this girl grown on him in such a short space of time? The only woman to ever stand up to his brother Luciano, known in their circles as Luciano "Death Wish" Russo. No one would even dare to talk back to him, yet this little five-foot tall, petite girl stood up to him because he offended her patrons.

"Fine." "Yes!" "But we keep it simple. No funny business." I narrowed my eyes. "And by funny business, you mean strippers, right?" "Yes. And by simple, I mean a night out at Bologna." Antonio pulled on his jacket. "I'm going down to the restaurant to make an appearance. You want to join me?" No. "Sure."

Marcus hung up. Just like Antonio said, he was there in 20 minutes, paparazzi following him, but he ignored them going to the front of the line before the male receptionist could speak up, Antonio showed him his business card, his whole demeanour changed. "Which table Mr Parker?" Antonio's eyes searched the restaurant until he found his cousin and friends in the corner. "Over there, no need to follow me." The man nods watching as Antonio walked over to his cousin. "Antonio! Finally, take a seat." Antonio did just that his eyes meeting Xanye's for a quick second but he immediately looked away.