The Italian Job Game Novels & Stories

The game is over for him. "Who the hell are you?" Kim glanced at the picture on the screen and immediately got to know it. She calmly picked up her mobile phone and handed it to the teenager, "Are you playing ascension to the top?" Seeing that a woman can communicate normally, Martin's face turned a little better because of his anger. He grabbed his belongings and said with a black face, "Yes, it's all your fault. I didn't have to die at all just now." "Has this game been tested in Italy yet?"

Corine left the room without looking at me, and the two men started figuring out where to start cleaning with all the mess. "Ehi fratellone, queste persone per cui lavoriamo sono pazze" The younger Italian said to the older one while he went to the bed with his head looking away and tossing the blanket over Lucille. It was clear from the other man’s face he agreed that their new bosses were crazy. "Shut up and start cleaning, fratellino." "Per favore aiutateci. Ti pagheremo 50 milioni di dollari. Ogni." I said, asking them to help us in exchange for fifty million dollars each.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

But Italia’s threat fell into deaf ear, when the men began to bid without remorse. “20, 000!” “50, 000!” “A hundred, Mr. Montreal!” The bid raised. The men were grinning, while Italia hug her knees and tried her hardest to hide her skin, although it was futile. “2 million—” An old man grin. Italia shuddered. “Going once, going twice.” Fredo roamed his eyes in hope that somebody would challenge the bid. When nobody dared to, he chuckled. “Sold to Mr—”

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

Lo and behold, it wasn't any of Alessia's relatives but Stephen. “Geez, I was scared” he breathed and of course, Stephen couldn't help noticing the redness of his eye. “You were crying?” he asked as they both walked back in, Bryan only sighed, giving no reply. “You got the mask?” Bryan asked back, digressing and Stephen nodded, pointing towards the bag he was holding. “It wasn't easy, forty workers worked on this to hasten the process” Stephen said, falling heavily on the couch. “Bryan, who's that?” Jenna's voice came from the kitchen and Bryan breathed..

she asked, confused. “I’ve got another woman here asking for the same supply,” he said, turning to walk out of the operation wing. Scarlet followed him, her guards close behind. Milan kicked open his office door. “I mean her,” he said, gesturing inside. Scarlet stepped forward, and froze when her eyes met the person she least expected to see. “I got two bookings for the same supply meant for Leonardo Rutherford” Milan explained. “So I figured I'd let both of you in and so that I get to see what the real story is.”

She's sitting next to him at the edge of the middle part, holding a drink. Matteo can't do anything but shrug. "How about the game we played last time?" Isabella grabs her phone from her lap. "Which one? Picolo?" "Yeah. Alright. Does everyone agree?" Isabella doesn't wait for everyone to agree before typing their names in and starting the game. The first few tasks are boring, and Matteo can't help but complain. "Maybe Matteo should play the game where he buys his own cigarettes." Valentina says after another one of his groans.

“I’m just telling you what you don't want to see. Stop playing games and take things seriously.” “Paulette is unbearable…” “Get married and move on with your life, but don't compromise your future for anything or anyone. The family demands it, and you know the family is everything.” He nods seriously. “I’ll think about it,” he finally murmurs just as the door opens. Eva opens it and, like the rest, looks at me in surprise. “You look… different this morning.” “We have the Italian mafia boss in the office,” Renzo mocks, and Eva shakes her head.

"That would be amazing. Thank you." "No problem. Give me a minute." He disappeared back while I continued exploring the living area. My attention was drawn to the TV, which was still on but muted, playing what looked like a business news channel. I reached for the remote to turn it off when the headline caught my eye. ‘KING'S INDUSTRIES SECURES MAJOR ITALIAN PARTNERSHIP’ I froze, my finger hovering over the power button. The screen showed a photo of Jaime shaking hands with an older Italian man in an expensive suit.