The Italian Job Game Novels & Stories

Still… I lean back and fold my arms, pretending to be interested. “What is it?” I ask. “It’s easy,” he says, visibly relieved. “It’s a short-term arrangement. In Italy.” “Italy?” “Rome,” he clarifies, throwing his arms around. He flashes a smile. “Don’t think too much about it. See it this way—” he widens his arms, “you get to go on a vacation. All expenses paid and salary added. And once you return, you can resume your job at the company.”

How could it not be. I got a new job with higher pay in Italy and I've been taking weekly Italian lessons with Adrianna. I’ve started to improve and I can even hold a conversation in Italian now. The job I got is still as a graphic designer because I really love the job but now I just work in Italy, I wanted to work at Luciano's company but we agreed that dating the boss wasn't exactly the most Ideal situation for us. It’s gonna become far too complicated and I know I know when aren’t we complicated?

How? I hit send. Waited. Nothing. I waited longer. Refreshed the page. Checked my phone. Still nothing. Finally, at 2:47 AM, his response came through. I pay attention to details, Velvet. That's what makes me good at what I do. That wasn't an answer. That's not an answer, I typed back. You've mentioned having a demanding boss. High-pressure job. I extrapolated. Extrapolated my exact meeting times? A long pause.

This really isn’t the time for that… Giorgia threw the woman right at Michael’s feet. She then proceeded to chuckle humourlessly. “Did you really think you could hire a couple of amateurs and get away with this, little boy? And to top it all off, you came to Italy,” she snorted and rubbed her chin with a Glock. “That was undoubtedly very foolish of you. We more or less own this country.” “Who’s we?” Michael dared to ask her and Giorgia’s venomous golden glare landed on him.

he sneered. Jordan swallowed, he looked at Gio then back at his boss who nodded. "Ready?" He asked. "Ready!!" Gio and Lu said in unison. Immediately Jordan tapped the enter button, the other side of the screen showed typing.... Then shortly, the message entered. 'We are in Calabria, you can trace the game but don't come now!' Jordan wiggles his fingers nervously before typing. 'Alita, hope you are fine? And why can't we come to recuse you now?'

“Uno...due…oh wait, Keenan doesn’t know Italian does he?” I growled a three and stepped forward. Taking two quick shots, the two of them dropped before they even saw me come out of the grass. Walking over to them, I confirmed they were dead before pulling their guns and taking their clips. Keenan came around the corner and I nodded to him. He shook his head. “How do the two of you work?” “Mostly in Italian.” Lorenzo pipped up. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “He means how do we get any work done.”

I put my hand on his shoulder as I looked at him waiting for his reaction only for him to let out a non-humorous laugh. "They will never resign from their job no matter how hard it is because the salaries I pay my employees is high…no company in Italy pays their employees a million as their salaries…no company in Italy takes care of the accommodation, monthly stipend apart from the salary, travel trips to Maldives every year of their employees except GAX Petroleum Industries ltd which is my company…. GAX Petroleum Industries Ltd is the number one prestigious company in Italy…even Americans would kill and die just to secure a job in my company. So if any of my current employees resign from th

An entire afternoon of searching had drained all their energy, but they hadn't found a single trace of her. Antonio's fists clenched until his knuckles cracked. He made a call and brought in a fresh team from the estate. He organized them into three groups working around the clock. His phone finally rang. Seeing Luca's name on the screen, he answered frantically. Antonio thought Luca had news about Martina. Maybe Camilla was right, and this was all some elaborate game. Maybe Martina had planned an escape and was already home safe. "Signor Gatti, I've looked into everything."

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.

Leon, the masculine guy and Enzo, tall and skinny, bowed upon seeing me getting off my Lamborghini. "Boss! Buongiorno! (Good morning)" they both chimed in. "Buongiorno!" I answered back. "Com'è andato il funzionamento dei peluche? (How's the operation of the stuffed toys?)" we spoke in Italian most of the time, for there was some confidential information we couldn't just disclose with the female workers. These workers had no idea that me, their boss, was a mafia leader. They had no idea that the stuffed toys they made had illegal drugs stuffed inside.