Reddit Mike Adriano Novels & Stories

He moved like a shadow. His contact was already there, leaning against a concrete pillar, casually chewing a toothpick while pretending not to be anxious. “Adrian Cole,” the guy muttered, glancing up. “Didn’t expect to hear from you again.” “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a big deal,” Adrian replied, keeping it straightforward. “What did you find?” Rico shrugged and fished a folder out of his jacket. “You really wanna open that door?” “I’m not here for poetry.”

he informs us. Shit, I think to my self. If ginovici gets the Russian to talk, Adriano will learn about my involvement with the bratva. Shit! "I'll um I'll go wait for him outside" Adriano says, obviously still uncomfortable from our almost kiss. "Adriano, wait" Matteo says, following him out. I use their absence as an opportunity to take care of the bratva member, I mean after all I can't have Adriano putting two and two together.

I shouted, looking at him intently. "Ms. Kim Ahri Gaumond, I'm not making fun of you. You know what it is," he replied bluntly.

Adrian whispered, his voice dangerously quiet, "I will ruin everything your family owns in this valley before the sun comes up tomorrow. Am I making myself clear?" Nico's face went pale. He swallowed hard, looking at the raw, dark promises in Adrian’s eyes. Without another word, Nico pulled his arm free and retreated quickly into the crowd. Adrian turned back to Marisol, his hands slightly trembling with residual anger. "Did he hurt you?" "No," Marisol said softly, looking at him in shock. "I was fine." Before Adrian could reply, a loud, clear voice cut through the quiet corner. "Mr. Ramirez! Mrs. Ramirez! A moment for the Sonoma Weekly, please!"

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

I smirked. “You can’t sit there and tell me you love Don Alessandro more than you loved me, Gianna. We’re not that stupid.” Mike sneered. “Careful now, Mike. If you speak in that manner one more time, you’ll spend the rest of your day in the dungeons. You’ll not use Don Alessandro’s name to score cheap points. Do you understand me?” Adrien said, taking a step forward. Mike instinctively moved back and I bit back a smile. Adrien was a rather large man, he could easily fold Mike in half if he wanted to.

Adrian: “Tell me something real.” No response. Just a new message a moment later. MidnightViper: “I already have. You just didn’t know it was me.”

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

Miles said tapping Adrian on the back. "Wait I don't understand, meet who everyday?" I asked obviously displeased "Adrian of course, his locker number is DC13." Miles said obviously grinning at us. "Oh, motherfucking Drake." I cursed for the umpteenth time today.

“Please tell me this plan involves blowing something up.” Adrian disregarded him, directing his attention to Connor. “You remember Ethan Graves?” Connor's face darkened. “Yeah. Why?” “Because he’s Matteo Ricci,” Adrian replied coldly. The room fell into an eerie silence. Connor tilted his head slightly. “Are you sure?” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Absolutely.” Luca let out a low whistle. “Well, this is bad.” Connor ran a hand over his face, tension radiating from him. “This just escalated.”