The Italian Job Game Novels & Stories

John, Barney, and the blond one from before, Vincent Locke. "These the guys?" "Yes." "Alright," He sighs, sitting up straight, "I'll do it." "Not like you've had much of a choice." *** "Will you take the job?" A young Italian man asks, standing near a window nearest to the dining room in this desolate looking home. Light peering through behind him, dusk visible due to the light, floating aimlessly in the air. In front of the young Italian man is a battle-scarred Russian man, hair black, slicked back, partings in his beard due to the scars. His rough hands scraping across his blackened wooden table before standing before the Italian man.

" 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."

“My employment here, in Italy, for you, is not on the table.” The negotiation continues for a long time and I stay quiet, watching the words travel between the two sides like a tennis match, Bianci constantly trying to push Kent, to see what he can get him to give, and Alessi wedeling and explaining where Bianci needs him to. At one point my eyes meet Gio’s, who raises his brows as if to say impressive, no? I purse my own lips and nod, sighing discreetly through my nostrils because Kent is right: they’ve got something very particular in mind, and they’re wasting time, wearing Kent down by keeping him negotiating.

“Or don’t. It’s all the same to me.” And with that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the crushing weight of yet another impossible decision. I stared at the card, my fingers trembling as I picked it up. The name “Luca Romano” gleamed under the flickering neon light, a stark reminder of just how far out of my depth I was. “Four thousand euros,” I whispered to myself, the number echoing in my mind. For one night. For a job that reeked of trouble.

“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?”

“And they are nothing compared to Hell, and you know it! No one even knows who he is!” Luca nodded, pursing his lips. “True. And that is precisely why I'd like to hire you.” Hire me? Oh yeah, he had definitely lost his mind. “This isn't hiring. You threatened me into working for you!” The Italian brute shrugged and straightened. “Hiring, threatening, same shit, Vera. Look, I traveled down from Italy to find you. If anyone can uncover Hell's true identity and get rid of him while at it, it's you.”

Alice suggested, as her daughter clung to Massimo’s shirt, clearly trying to read in his expression what the surprise might be “Me and Daddy are a little tired, you know? He wasn’t lying when he said he had a lot of work to do in Italy.” “So you didn’t go out to see those beautiful places you showed me on the phone?” Millie gasped, almost scandalized “But Daddy said the food and ice cream there are really good…!” “Oh, I took your mother out for some fun, but not as much as I would have liked.” Massimo said, as he slid his chair towards the living room “And, as I couldn't leave my Piccola without a piece of Italy, I hired one of the chefs from the restaurant your mother liked the most. He wil

Let the game begin. --