Novel & Cerita The Italian Job Game

His blond hair caught the afternoon light, stormy blue eyes but always so calm , small mole beneath his right eye lending him a thoughtful air. “Jamie, we just graduated. We need to look for jobs not plan trips?” Jamie stopped mid-step, hands on his hips, and grinned crazily. Lucas sighed. “Jobs? Who needs that anyways. Listen three months in Italy before we start corporate life, before we’re chained to emails and meetings and… and spreadsheets.” He flopped onto the floor beside Lucas, nudging him with his shoulder. “You remember what spreadsheets feel like, right? The soul-crushing kind?”

Don't ask me how I got it, I thought it'll be handy and here it is. " Hello? Who is this?" A cold, thick voice answered at the other line. " Hi, this is Tricia. " " Yes? What can I do for you?" " I need you to do something for me." " And what is that?" Taking a deep breath, I gave him all the details concerning Natalie. " When do you want this done?" " Tomorrow night. Don't fail me." I warned. " Ah... we won't. Jobs like this are fun."

But then he jerked back, breathing heavily, muttering something under his breath in Italian. Coward. “You think this is a game,” he said after a moment, voice low and dangerous. “You’re tough now, but when the boss comes in, you’ll wish it was just me.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ve met your type before. You bark, you beat, and then you break. I’m not scared of you. Or your boss.” He stared at me like he was trying to decide whether to strangle me or laugh. Then, suddenly, he let out a short, bitter chuckle and began pacing again. “You got spirit, I’ll give you that,” he said. “Shame it won’t last.”

My fingers shook slightly and my heart skips a bit as I wait for him to take it. He stares at my hand before looking back up at me. He grabs my hand quickly and pulls me closer to himself. “Listen, Tesoro.” He says with a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “I hired you to help me schedule my meetings and help me run things around the house, not to spend every walking moment to stare at me all day with drool hanging from your mouth like a lovesick puppy. Whatever Luca told you is absolute bullshit, so go do your job by bringing me bottled water. Be fast about that too. I don't tolerate incompetence.” (Italian Translation: sweetheart)

“I think I should drive…” “Arghh!…I’m okay Beverly!”, she took a deep breathe, "You're only allowed to work with the tool you chose, unless you won't get any points" "I don't really get what you mean..." "Like I mentioned, the game is a man hunt sort of thing....Whatever body part appears after you 'start game' is what you'll have to find and scan into the game!" Her words sounded like a joke me, couldn't help but chuckle.

His rough hands scraping across his blackened wooden table before standing before the Italian man. The Russian man takes a hearty gulp of his own saliva before crossing to the Italian man, towering over him, "What will you offer me from job?" His thick Russian accent almost makes him unintelligible. The Italian man takes a moment to think of an answer, "Whatever you request." The Russian man's heart races in excitement, looking to the door leading to his room, a slight rustle coming subsequently with a muffled scream. "Give me... woman. Many woman..." "Excuse me?"

" This is so unfair and wicked." " Oh really? You are ungrateful, you dick. I had to remind you for my own fuckin money and you weren't even remorseful about it. You had to call my girl a slut in my own face after the shit I did for this nonsense you called a company. Twenty four hours, don't test me." **** " What's your plan for that Italian? I heard De Luca sent him." Reid says as he stares at me. I don't want a fight with the italians. Why would De Luca send a man to work for me?

"Shane, I'm here for a mission. I hope you can cooperate." When he heard my voice, Shane bounced to his feet in excitement. "Janine, you’ve finally figured it out! You’re coming back with me, right? "I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me!" He looked in my direction with glee. "I'm here to kill you." My cold tone seemed to send a chill down his spine. "W-What did you say?" The System announced, "You have failed in completing your mission. The punishment shall be carried out by Janine Grover."

“You’ll fire me? Go ahead! This job doesn’t even pay enough to matter!” Silence settled between us, tension thick in the air. Finally, Marcello let out a frustrated sigh and turned away. When he faced me again, his expression was unreadable. “Fine. You don’t like working for scraps? I have another job for you.” I blinked, taken aback. “What kind of job?” He smirked and pulled a sleek black card from his pocket, placing it on the desk. “It’s a one-time job. Pays 4,000 euros.”

“How I get those results is my business.” “You’re playing a dangerous game.” “Life is a dangerous game.” I slipped the red fabric over my head. “Besides, you’re one to talk. How long have you been working on both sides?” His expression went cold. “Careful.” “Oh please.” I checked my reflection in the mirror, fixing my smudged lipstick. “You think I don’t know you’re feeding information to the Italians? Playing my father and the Rossi family against each other?” “If you know, why haven’t you told Mateo?”