Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio Novels & Stories

Andrea’s protests echoed through the house as he was dragged up the stairs, his voice breaking into panicked shouts that only confirmed how fragile he truly was beneath his earlier arrogance. When Matt returned and handed me the key, the house became quiet again. I poured myself another glass of whiskey and allowed a slow smile to form as I replayed every step of the plan in my mind. I was satisfied that each piece was falling into place exactly as intended, and as I took another measured sip, I felt certain that soon Antonio, the Conti, and anyone else standing in my way would realize that I was no longer the man they once believed they could control.

Wasn’t that the plan? I had no other choice. As I have said, this girl was my ticket to rebuilding Crescentsnow. With the promised bars of gold, I'd be reinstated from my ill-fated situation. I could get back on my feet and start anew. I could erase the moniker “The Fallen Alpha of Crescentsnow” from people’s minds and prove that I was more than the sins of my father.

“It started with his first job as an intern, when he and Anton E. - the customer - put their lives in danger with his impetuous manner. That was six years ago and it hasn't changed a bit since then. " Recently the headstrong Venator Reese Tack was given responsibility for a future member of the Venators. Grace Shanks, level 2 apprentice at Beluosus Akademie Berlin, who has put herself under his wing with hard work, outstanding achievements and letters of recommendation, doesn't just seem to learn the craft of the Venator from her teaching coach. The otherwise rather inconspicuous woman, has recently shown a very aggressive side, with which she does not stop even in front of people of respect

“And you want to play the angel?” “No. I want to buy his debt from the bank. Every cent of it. I want to be his only creditor, and then I want to call in the markers myself.” Dominic’s espresso eyes narrowed. It wasn't shock I saw there—it was recognition. “That’s cold-blooded, Grace.” “It’s math, Dominic. He taught me that everything has a price. He just didn't realize I was the one keeping the ledger.” “It’s revenge.” “Call it an audit of the soul. Are you in or out?”

A voice came from the back as he turned around, only to find Cong Rong running towards him. The slippery floor made her lose control, and the next moment, she keeled over and fell on him. He gulped the pill, taking a long sigh. Her head rested on his chest, which flustered her. She quickly raised her head and met his eyes. She blinked instantly, as his deep brown eyes were breathtaking. The moment felt like the world had paused for a while. She found her heart beating faster than usual. It was mesmerising. Moreover, it was a fresh and weird feeling that she had never experienced before.

He looked like a refined gentleman. Red and white made the perfect contrast. They instantly drew every eye the moment they walked in. "Look, that's Ms. Wendell and Mr. Hale of Wendell Group, right? They really are a perfect match. They're both capable and good-looking!" "I heard their company was on the brink of bankruptcy, but Mr. Hale single-handedly turned it around. How did he even pull that off?" Although Sandra's company had taken a hit from the court case, its sudden comeback made it an industry legend. Public opinion began to turn.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked in "What do you think I should’ve done? Let her stab me?" My voice was as cold as ice, but even as I spoke, the weight in my chest deepened. "Boss, you could've restrained her. She’s just a girl," Giovanni muttered, shaking his head, clearly unsettled as he scrutinized Grace's body. I didn't stab her in a fatal place; it was just a dip into the lateral part of her abdomen. I needed her to understand that I was Vermont Cardoniss. Grace had been caught on CCTV stealing a knife from the kitchen. The guys had already informed me before she made her silly move, and I just had to pretend, luring her to me like a lamb to its slaughterhouse.

Antonio's voice came as his hips continued to thrust into her, his eyes dark with desire as he sought to prolong the moment. Angela cried out, her body spasming with each movement, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. “Antonio… I can't anymore,” Jill gasped, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Antonio's lips curled into a smirk, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. “Oh, but you will,” he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of danger. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Antonio flipped Angela onto her stomach, pinning her hips down with his weight.

His fingers toyed with the lingerie, reminding me of our supposedly unforgettable past. Still, if we were to look at the situation carefully, wouldn't it be Dominic who was jealous? Wasn't he the one clutching at the past, even deliberately traveling to Northbrook? I folded my arms but secretly brushed my foot against Maxwell's calf. A powerful desire for revenge suddenly surged within me. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and striking long legs, Maxwell possessed a dangerous, almost predatory beauty in his eyes. That made me question—what could possibly make him less than Dominic?

She sets a plate in front of me and fills up a glass with orange juice, setting it down beside it. I do what I’m told and take a bite, knowing I need the strength to think, move, and heal, even if there are bigger issues I should be worrying about. Antonio stares at me for a moment before speaking. “You handled last night well,” he says. “Better than most men would’ve.” “It was my fault you two were in that mess in the first place,” I say. “I’m sorry. Especially about all the men you lost.” Antonio shakes his head. “You took control fast, and the Gambinos followed you without hesitation. That doesn’t happen by accident.” He studies me. “You should be proud of yourself.”