Reddit Mike Adriano Novels & Stories

Then Adriano suddenly laughed. Dante frowned immediately, "What the fuck are you laughing at?" I looked at him. Adriano was staring at the grave with the strangest grin on his face. He crouched down slowly. His fingers brushed across the marble, "Mom," he said, "Mom, I'm about to tell you something that would've made your entire fucking year." Dante sighed. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Adriano pointed directly at me, "Your favorite little genius is completely screwed."

“Oh hell no, if it’s going to rile you up this much and put you off your game then she’s definitely in.” “Agreed,” Lemar said grinning. “Fresh blood.” Dev nodded thoughtfully. “Probability improves with unpredictability.” I blinked, not expecting this at all. “Guys—” I started, looking at Adriano’s stony face intending to just refuse. Adriano stood and cut me off. “She’s not playing.” “Outvoted,” Mason said cheerfully, ignoring his icy glare. I looked at Adriano. Really looked at him. His jaw was tight, irritation flickering just beneath that immaculate control.

I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego. I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman. Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now. "Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin.

"Awwwwn don't get all mushy mushy on me just because I gave you something that is rightfully yours and besides I had fun,been a while I killed somebody, got my adrenaline pumping so yeah thank you for that!" Adrian said with a smile on his face, smiling too Dominco went silent before speaking again, "I have work to do,later!" "Alright then,good talk!" Adrian said ending the call, sighing his call with Adrian just made him realize he didn't need to search for board members,he already had his own team, dialing Matthews number, "What again Nico?!" Mathew answered,it sounded like he was munching on something, "Is that how to greet a fellow board member!"

Carina’s POV Everyone was waiting for my answer. Adriano knelt on the floor, holding up that sketchbook, his eyes full of desperate hope. I looked at him, and felt nothing. Not a single ripple. If anything, it was pathetic. “Put that disgusting thing away.” My voice was clear and cold, a spike of ice piercing the backstage silence. “Adriano Moretti, do you really think you can use my dead brother’s memory to buy my sympathy?”

a voice said louder. A quick tap on his shoulder snapped him back. “Huh—what?” Richard, one of his teammates, laughed and shook his head. “Bro, are you trying to answer economics questions in your dreams or what?” Adrian blinked, then smiled faintly. “I was multitasking—thinking about global trade and... some other stuff.” Richard rolled his eyes. “Save the poetry for after we win.” Adrian stood up, straightened his jacket, and followed the team up to the stage. Alongside him was Richard, the tech genius from their robotics class, and Luke, the only guy in their class who could beat Adrian’s math scores.

The monitor was next to the wall, the huge screen before the men. “We're live, guys. This is the beginning of Roman Adams's downfall, and I'm happy that we're all here to witness it.” Adrian cheered. He turned to me and nodded afterwards, a nod that served as both a means of appreciation and a new beginning.

Adriano, whose behaviour also changed slightly for a few days, asked me as we all sat down for our drinks. “He’s cool, not like he’s portrayed by everyone including you and Rita.” I said honestly because they were the very first people who scared the shit out of me about Marello. Adriano chugged down whole drink in a go, his face had a grim look which confused me.

He screamed as soon as the weird object hit his back. Adriano leaned over his shoulder as he cried out in pain. “Oh, my bad! Did I mention that calling her names will also get you one of these?” he asked with a grin. My uncle bent over in his chair, letting out a grunt that sounded like “bitch” as Adriano pulled back. “You can continue, baby. Let’s get this party started already.”

Dragging myself out of the room, I let out an audible groan, accompanied by the persistent, headache that refused to budge. Stepping onto the deck, I spotted Adriano, Luca, and the party leftovers sprawled out. Adriano, laid-back as ever, chilled in just his boxers. He was lying back on a lounge chair, with a hat pulled low over his face, and next to him sat a cup of coffee, probably working overtime to fight off the aftermath of last night. He peeked at me through the hat that rested over his face, "Hold up, Gail, get Vincenzo his morning coffee, would you?" he mumbled from beneath his hat.