The Casanova Novels & Stories

, she had heard from her friends tall and large men were usually well endowed. "Do you want to feel it?," He smiled approaching her, Cassie continued to step back until she was trapped against a wall and Lorenzo pinned her placing his left hand around her neck while he brought her her hand down to his massive cock. it was so hard, she felt it would knock her out if he slapped her with it. "He's a mafia Don, A killer, you can't be doing this!" Her mind screamed at her again and this time it was able to knock her back to her senses as she forcefully pushed him back and yelled at him.

"I can't believe it. Ms. Emerson's fixation with birthmarks at the casino was so intense that having the right one could skyrocket you to the top." I fought to stay awake, but my body kept slipping further down. Blood was gushing from the back of my head, and I knew I could not last much longer. "What... What are you planning to do..." Madness flickered across his face, and he spoke with his chest heaving wildly, "I got it all wrong. I thought she just wanted a boy toy... No, I can't let you get ahead. "If you do, you'll never forgive me... just like I can't forgive you!"

I brought my face close to hers but she pushed it aside and walked away. "Good day masters, what kind of flowers do you want?," a train of ladies greeted in chorus flashing their best smile. I turned to look at Cas and she was brooding with a malicious aura that sent chills down my spine. No woman had ever affected me the way Cassandra did. She was too amusing and appealing at the same time. It was hard to resist a woman like her. "I want carnations the yellow kind and a white lotus flower," Cas stated her demand holding me like her life depended on it.

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

The same way otherwise too. “Go on one date with her and I promise you that your whole reputation would change. What about a new name to be known as? Perhaps ‘the girlfriends stealer?’ That sounds good!” As soon as he finished talking, he strolled towards Carmen with his cocky smile. His confidence could strike anyone’s attention and make them stop and stare. He had the authority to silence someone with just a glance. He was a Romano after all. Nobody could play him. Nobody except her, the woman he despised yet kept on loving uncontrollably. The woman from his past.

Back in the private lounge at the airport, an assistant handed me a sealed dark wooden box, plainly wrapped, no name on it, nothing else at all. "Miss Ava, someone left this at the front desk just now. They asked that it go to you by hand." I gave a small nod and opened the box. The moment the lid came up, a cold metal sheen filled my eyes. A whole box of casings, polished clean and bright and neat, layered over each other, filling it to the edges. At the very center sat a folded slip of plain white paper, the handwriting forceful and ragged, worn through with exhaustion and longing, just one short line:

"I don't know, Boss. She didn't tell anyone." The silence stretched on. Finally, Cassian spoke, his voice calm in a way that felt forced, even to himself. "She's just blowing off steam. She'll be at the wedding, of course. She's my sister. She has to be there." Marco looked up at him, a complex look in his eyes, but said nothing. Back in the study, Cassian poured a whiskey. He stood at the window, looking out over Chicago at night. Aurora was an orphan. Where else could she go besides the Vitelli family?

"Franco, wipe every loan from his books. Tell the debtors it's a gift from the Corsini family." "Understood, Don Corsini." That was how he kept countless people under his thumb. It was the very foundation of his underground empire. Call after call went out. Above us, the massive screen in the center of the casino flickered to life, showing real-time footage of Cesar's world collapsing. Cargo ships burned at the docks as containers were dumped into the sea. His most luxurious casinos went up in black smoke and flames. Debtors flooded the streets, cheering as they tore up contracts.

“Cassie dear, I was thinking about having dinner with some client tomorrow night.” Sarrah had a wine glass twirling between her fingers when Cassie reached the living room. “Good evening, mother.” Cassie said and walked deeper into the living room and sat on the sofa right in front of her mother Sarrah. “Who are you having dinner with?” Cassie asked. “Darling, he's a great guy. He has all the money in the world. You saw him on your welcome ball, Mr. Tobias Assante.” Sarrah unwrapped her legs finally when she said his full name.

A girl who practically looked like a princess from a faraway land and that the least he could do was enjoy the prerogative of being in the hands of a fair maiden. Someone even whistled his support. "I can't believe you know a person like that," Cynthia started the moment they were far enough not to be overheard by the person in question. Dylan frowned and shook his head once. "What do you mean by that?" Dylan asked. Cynthia halted and turned to him, arms crossed. "Oh. By that, you mean. The notorious Cassanova Jon Castro, who gets all the girls? Yeah. I know him. So?" "He feels… off," she said. "And he called me sweetheart."