Novel & Cerita Peppino X Anton

Another retorted while they laughed, Antonio rolled his eyes uncomfortably and walked out on them, They watched him for a while before turning to Buccolini, “You killed his parents, right Mr. Buccolini??”

Irene was silent,all she could do was to stare at Antonio eating up the food she had prepared. “I haven't seen Peter before,is he your friend?”. Irene asked, dropping the fork. Antonio stared at her as he nodded slowly. “Well ,he looks a lot like you”. Antonio immediately laughed out loudly. “Really?”. “Yeah I'm serious, almost the same height as yours,the same board chest and the same pink lips”. Antonio kept blushing as Irene described him and his best friends. “You never for once told me I looked as all of this”. Irene laughed,she held her hands on her mouth as she continued laughing.

Surprising Matteo in the kitchen making a coffee, Antonio appeared only an hour later, dressed in leisurely slacks and polo shirt ready for the golf course. Antonio saw Matteo’s questioning gaze and shrugged. “I didn’t forget about my commitments with Senator Peloski but I couldn’t let that bitch smart mouth me…I merely spanked her ass till she couldn’t breathe for apologizing.” Matteo nodded. “Coffee?” “Sure…” Antonio straightened his watch. “You sure you don’t want to fuck her? Sending you in right now could really put her back in her place…” Matteo shook his head with a coy smirk. “You know I like them older and you like her untouched.”

It wasn't to talk about the night before, it was for something else. "My son, Antonio just got back from Italy. He won an award — youngest billionaire in Italy. He’s coming back to expand his company branch here and… he says he’s ready to find a wife" I smiled at that. Antonio. I still thought of him as Anthony though. Vanessa's cute little boy I'd helped raise. I recalled all the time I babysitted whenever she and her husband, Derek were busy with work or how I helped him with his homework. He got a scholarship at Italy, right after high-school and had to leave.

The four of us hang out all the time, Peter is funny and always makes us laugh, him and I are the funny ones in our gang, Marcus is the smart one and Katia is the shy one. As we approach Peter stood up and gave me a big hug ‘’missed you Am’’. While I was saying ‘’missed you too’’ a loud noise made us break the hug and turn around to see an angry Antony who had sat the door close with force and got in the cafeteria. He just went straight at his table at sat down. Everyone looked curious and he seemed outranged.

I strike conversation, hoping it will distract them from staring at me too much while I eat like a wild animal. "She did something, and I told her to stay out of my face,” Maximo says and rolls his eyes. I wonder what April could have done to get the man worked up. My eyes fall on Santino, who freezes his food before he puts it in his mouth. I scrunch my face in action. “Do you always eat this way?” “Why? Does it bother you?” Santino raises a single challenging brow. I raise my hands in surrender. “No, it’s just that I have never met men that eat like you or…” Who turn into fire-breathing dragons like them.

“One wrong move, and they can shatter.” He laughed nervously, not quite catching the edge in my voice. “Yes, well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” “Let’s,” I said, my smile cold. Sophia appeared then, her eyes narrowed as she approached. “What now?” “Sophia, this is Don Dante Romano,” Antonio said, his tone pleading. “Show some respect.” She didn’t curtsy. Didn’t bow. “Bastard,” she muttered under her breath.

he purred in his smooth Italian accent. Nat didn’t look up. “Shut the fuck up, you bloody punk,” Nat muttered, anger simmering under his skin. Antonio removed his sunglasses slowly, deliberately. He took a long inhale from his cigar before sitting opposite Nat. “Friend… no need for curses,” he said calmly. “Tell me. What’s the squabble?” A stripper approached Antonio, bold and unbothered. She turned, revealing a goddess tattoo curling across her lower back, then playfully slapped her ass. Antonio laughed, a careless evil laughter.

Antonio’s gaze was sharp, his steps slow but deadly. "I won’t stop until your head is beneath my feet." Leonardo chuckled, but his eyes burned with hatred. "You think this will be easy? I’m not like your petty enemies, Antonio." Antonio smirked coldly. "I know. That’s why I’m going to enjoy this a little longer." BANG! BANG!

“Bridget, this is Antonio, Caspian’s brother. Antonio, this is Bridget, my best friend.” Bridget blinked and outstretched her arm. “It’s nice to meet you. How old are you?” “Bridget!” I scolded. Antonio, on the other hand, seemed pleased by the question. “Legal.” He smiled, leaning down to drop a kiss on the back of her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, dolcezza.” I facepalmed. Antonio was already becoming a little charmer. Bridget blushed. “Do you mind giving me your number?” Antonio brought out his phone. “So we can talk without interruption.” His eyes strayed to me at the last word and I shook my head. There was no stopping this.