The Italian Job Game Novels & Stories

The girl stood up and looked at me, eyeing me up and down before a smile broke through her face and she laughed, "my name is Kelly, and since I have to take you under my wing, I hope we can be good friends." I wasn’t able to get over how beautiful she was. She had a darker skin tone, almost close to nutmeg and she had done her make-up in such a way that she glowed. Her lips were painted the perfect red and her eyelashes were long and dramatic. Her dreadlocks were pulled into a high ponytail and they reached till her lower back and the backless black dress clung onto her like second skin. She had curves in all the right places and her smile was bright, "well, I’m not really sure where to begi

He added and Julia hummed as she washed some fruits in the sink. (I have a lot of work to do.) "Il lavoro è noioso," Lucas said with a pout making me frown. (Work is boring,) He speaks Italian too? Why wasn't that in the list I read yesterday? "I know little one, but I have to go or else your dad is going to peel my skin," Theo said before turning to flash me a smile. He tilted his head towards Isabella, and I shook my head trying to tell him I don't know what to do. His face dropped and he gave me a look as if to ask me 'Seriously?' which made me smile nervously.

Please save us, if only for the relationship we had in the past…" Jessica begged. A multinational company had approached me with a job offer immediately after I'd graduated with my Master's. Jessica was only a year older than Gregory. I'd already started making money in my college days, so Jessica had realized how much money I could make even when Gregory and I were only dating. She hadn't worked a day since. Initially, Gregory had had a proper job. However, he'd only worked for a month before complaining that he couldn't earn half as much as I did despite working hard. So, he'd quit his job to be a stay-at-home dad.

What the hell...? Completely taken aback, I felt my eyes growing wider and wider. "Drew," I began, not knowing quite what I was going to say. "Look—" "Or do you know?" he added, his eyes narrowing, that cold glint returning. "Maybe you're not that naïve after all. Maybe this is all part of the deal?" "What?" I gazed at him, bewildered now. "What deal?" "You know." He gave me a withering look. "You get a job in Italy, he gets laid. Nice work if you can get it."

“It better be perfect. Our buyers in Milan don’t pay for mistakes.” Two workers approached carrying another crate. One of them looked like he wanted to disappear. “Uh… boss,” the first worker said carefully, “we have a problem with the labeling machine again.” Alejandro’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of problem?” “It keeps printing the company name wrong,” the worker explained. “Instead of ‘Favino,’ it’s stamping ‘Flavino.’” Alejandro’s jaw tightened like stone. “Do I look like the owner of Flavino?” he asked in a cold, dangerous tone.

Matteo smiled. Gabriella's eyes widened in horror, Matteo stared at her for a moment before leaving the room and closing the door. _SAVIANO'S ESTATE_ THE HUNT GAME Enzo stood on the platform with ten other men, alongside Matteo. The game was simple, gather enough ammunition and get into the forest in front of them to retrieve a golden ball, it sounded easy but the twist was the fact that there were no rules. Whoever came out with the golden ball was the winner, for the other men it was just a game but for Enzo and Matteo who had been throwing mean glares at each other this wasn't just a game.

"Isla, if you think I’m going to waste time playing games, you’ve got the wrong guy. But if you’re threatened by a little competition, maybe you’re not ready for Milan." My jaw clenched. "You’re a coward. Instead of doing the work, you try to play mind games. That’s not how you win." Lucas stepped closer. "You’re right. But in business, sometimes the mind wins before the work does." I turned and walked away before I could say something I’d regret. My heart was pounding with frustration. He was so smug, so sure of himself. But I wasn’t going to let him get to me. Back in my office, Zara was waiting.

As always. - Come on, Alessandro, no need to be so hostile. We are businessmen, you and me. We can talk to each other calmly, right? I hugged my jaws. Talk to each other calmly? This dog's son had never intended to play a great game. - Short cut, Dario. What do you want? He crossed his hands on his knee, taking a falsely relaxed air. - I just come to warn you that things are moving in Italy. Places are released ...

Elias’s door creaked open, his eyes wide and knowing. I picked it up. “Good girl,” Franca’s voice purred. The words slithered under my skin. “I knew you wouldn’t fail me.” The air left my lungs. My knuckles whitened around the phone. “What are you talking about?” “The job,” she said simply. Amusement dripped from every syllable. “ It was clean, efficient. Just the way I like my loyal dogs to work.” Behind me, Matteo shifted. A silence sharp as glass filled the room.

​ "Giova‌nni is waiti⁠n​g.​" "And w‌here are​ you going?" "To work,"⁠ h‌e said, o‍p​ening the doo‌r. "Som‍e‍one has to actual⁠ly run this company i​n​stead of playing games." "Lorenzo!" I shouted, t⁠he hurt flaring up. "⁠I am not your enemy!" H‌e sto‍pped. He did​n't tu​rn around‌.​