Peppino X Anton Novels & Stories

Antonio. A. Gupta

“I kind of knew that you understood Italian, and had never said anything about it before. Your secret is safe with me.” “I appreciate it,” I uttered. “I really would have treated you like a goddess, Bella, if you were mine,” Vincento conveyed. “I know, you’re nothing like your brother,” I replied. Ten minutes later, Antonio walked back into the main room of the club. “Well, that is a lot better,” Antonio grinned. “So, fucking hot in your lace bra and panties, mia piccola bambola.” “Pervert,” I called out. Antonio chuckled and sat down on the couch in the front row. “You want me to show you what a pervert I can be?”

Silent, loyal, lethal. Antonioni didn’t stop walking until there were only ten feet between them. “I came for my shipment,” He added flatly. “I didn’t come to dance.” Lorenzo smiled wickedly. “You want your crates, you pay the debt. You think I forgot Naples? You owe me, remember?” “I owe you nothing,” Antonioni replied. “You sold us out to the Russo Cartel. You left three of my boys to rot in a meat freezer.” “You refused to pay me what you owed me and that's why I left and sold your ass! That’s business, King. You of all people should know how this works.”

Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way” Giovanni clenched his fist, but said nothing as he took a step back, followed by another man, and judging by Leo and Aunt Gabriella’s glares, I could tell that it was Mattia. The men walked toward a table, and nodding at the bartender, the man brought them two glasses.

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."

"My name is Nicholas Rossi." I shake his hand quickly. I clear my throat slightly. "How can I help you guys?" The second twin reaches his hand out as well. I shake it as he introduces himself. "I'm Antonio Rossi." He lets my hand go slowly. He coughs slightly and puts his hands in his pockets. I follow the movement and my eyes widen as I take in the giant bulge in his pants. I look to the side slightly to see that Nicholas also has a bulge of his own. I look back up and into the dark eyes of Antonio. He goes to take a step forward but Nicholas reaches a hand out to stop him. They look at each other for a moment before Antonio curses under his breath in Italian.

Antonio said sarcastically, and took a fork full of his sub broccoli sandwich. “Antonio.” Donatello called out, the tone of his voice signifying warning. Sophia smiled. “yes, I do enjoy conversations. Why don’t you tell me about your interests, Antonio?” Antonio shrugged. "I don't have any." "I'm sure that's not true, Antonio." Sophia chuckled. Antonio slammed the fork on the table and yelled, "You don't know anything about me." Viktor touched Antonio’s arm softly. "boss, please."

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?”

Quinny said, sounding frustrated. A man as tall as Quinn approached us. He draped a napkin over his shoulder. "I'm Anton, Quinn's new coworker. I never imagined in my life that the most famous ice hockey player my boss idolizes would come to this restaurant. Unfortunately, she's not here. If she was here, she'd be hysterical seeing you." I looked at Quinn and the man named Anton alternately. "Wait, wait. So your boss idolizes me?" "Yes, as it happens," replied Anton.