The Italian Job Game Novels & Stories

“I don’t know how you’ll take it, but I don’t want to keep it from you.” Lucas’s expression turned serious, waiting patiently. “A few weeks ago, I came across a job post on the dark web,” I admitted. “I took it… because I needed money for my mom.” I could feel the heat crawling up my neck. Here I was, surrounded by all this luxury, admitting just how desperate I’d been. “The job was from a company targeting your friend, Gianna De Luca.” Lucas’s expression shifted instantly, his features hardening like a mask sliding into place. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by something cold and calculating that I’d never seen before.

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."

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

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.

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 ...

“If it’s not about him, then what is it? Lucia, think about Leonardo. Gusto Group has always been Marchesi Group’s biggest rival. And now you—” Lucia cut her off coldly. “Are you the one who wanted to talk to me, or is it both of you?” She had never thought it worth competing with Lorenza. There was no point. Leonardo fell silent, then said, “Lorenza, give us a moment.” Lorenza hesitated but forced a smile. “Alright.” Once she left, Leonardo spoke again. “Work isn’t a game. Do you even have the qualifications? What’s the point of working now?”

I fired at him. There I said it. I just don't want to see him not taking this seriously. " You're really a newbie to this, Miss." He said while playing with his ballpen. I admit I am because when I'm in Italy I never applied for a job. After all, I'm content helping my mother in her coffee store. And as a newbie like me, I'm disappointed to know that applying for a job would be like this. " You must give your resume to me before introducing yourself because how would I know that all you're talking about was written or not in your resume? Did it ever cross your mind, Miss Centola?"

Be independent. But after getting all dressed up and ready to storm the world, reality hit. One: I couldn’t drive. Two: I had no money for a Lyft. And three… the most important… I would rather chew glass than ask Adrian for a single euro. So, here I was. Job hunting online. And guess what? Getting a decent job in Italy required actual qualifications. Who knew? At first, I aimed high—manager, secretary, something that sounded fancy. But it turns out, you need things like degrees, certificates, and, I don’t know… a high school diploma?

“Fuck you. I’m not playing any games. Unlike you people, I’m doing an honest job. Don’t ever contact me again.” I ended the call and put my head on my desk. Clearly it had something to do with Ricardo Sanguin. After all, he was the only Italian bloke I knew. My phone beeped indicating a text and I read it while my head was still leaning on the edge of my desk and my view was of my office floor.

“You have no idea.” “No idea about what?” Valentina inquires, appearing right behind us with a plate of small chops. “How wonderful it is to be surrounded by loved ones,” Giovanni responds. “That’s a lie. He’s lying,” I confess before trying to distract her from the topic. “Grab your partners because we are about to play a game,” Chiara announces. I hold onto Valentina while everyone looks for a partner, screaming in excitement. “You all will be handed a bag of plastic blocks. You have to build this house on the placard in my hands as instructed by the manual. The first set of group to finish takes home a new Maserati, courtesy of Mrs. Matteo.”