The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne Novels & Stories

“I will deal with Monalisa later but for now, I have a way to lure out Elijah.” “What way, boss??” “First, I need you to find out the current location of Adaline and do that as soon as possible.” I said. “Ohhhh, this is getting interesting.” Grey said. I picked up my gun and shot his leg as he screamed in pain. “The next time I tell you to be quiet, I'll silence you up myself.” I threatened with a glare. “I'll do that right away, boss.” A few seconds later, Sergio told me the location of my Mother and apparently that bastard Elijah brought her back to Italy after her treatment.

But Vincenzo had him pinned down, and he kept pounding his face until it was nothing but a bloody pulp. “There we go," I said, setting my gun aside for a moment to enjoy this. “Now, let’s tie up the pretty ladies so they don’t do anything stupid.” My men yanked Melissa and Ariana into the center of the room, grabbing them hard and tying them up with the zip ties we’d packed. Melissa struggled with dignity, holding her chin up while Ariana spat and clawed at my men, leaving blood on one of the guy’s cheeks. “You,” I said to her, nodding toward Melissa as she was shoved to her knees. "Melissa DeLuca. The matriarch herself. I've heard nothing buts epic stories about you. It’s a pleasure to fina

And it was too late for her to run away because she was caught before the chase could even begin. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips as she weakly held onto the table, her knees weakening as the realization finally sank in. Shan Moretti... is a Mafia.

"I heard Melanie had come to the company to make a scene that day. Then, she left crying. "That means that Mr. Florentine still has some sense left in him. Ms. Jacinto, why don't you try and seduce him?" Alanna froze. "Melanie came?" Renee nodded quickly. "She came and left crying. She's his ex-girlfriend, but she's acting like she is his fiancee. In my opinion, she deserves everything she's getting." Alanna pursed her lips and changed the topic. "Is the contract with the Northlight Group prepared?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." "For how long are you going to keep denying?" Melissa tore her eyes away from Damien, looking back at his dick. "What happens in the past stays in the past." "Even when you still have wet dreams about me?" "You are so full of yourself to think that." She said with gritted teeth, slightly glaring at him. "Your nipples." Damien voiced out, staring at her chest. Melissa looked down at her chest and instantly cursed. Her boobs were hard and her well-defined nipples could be seen through her shirt. Yeah, her trip to Italy was a freaking over 10 hours. She wanted to be as comfortable as possible so she decided not to put on anything under.

”It then hit me. I fumbled to call Melvin back. “How pregnant does she look in that photo?”I then asked him, I don't know if it's all in my head but It doesn't seem right and I know Melvin already has a smartass remark for this. I already knew the answer, but I needed someone else to say it, I need to know I wasn’t crazy and imagining things. “Well Vitalo She looks more pregnant than I thought anyone could be,”He says laughing out loud.

Sure, and don't ye owe me that much? 'Ye Da went back to the old country, so he did. Sure, and didn't he marry ye older sister off to some Mafia geezer over there?' I frowned, not sure where he was going with all of this, so I nodded. My sister, Melanie, was four years older than me and had got herself mixed up with some Italian Mafia sorts. Things had deteriorated very quickly, and it had ended up with me taking some of my guys and rescuing her from Italian people traffickers. Within a week of her return, Da had negotiated a contract with some friends in the old country, and Mel had been hauled back to Ireland and married off to Callum O'Connell, a notorious Irish Mafia Leader. To all inten

She turned around and walked away, leaving signora Meta to deal with emotions that she was feeling. Signora Meta grabbed a seat in the garden and began thinking about what the young woman had said and it all made sense. The very moment she had heard Leonardo say that he had shot someone, signora Meta had thought that she had not heard him properly. But as she analyzed it all, she could remember him clearly saying he had shot someone.

she asked in Italian. Silence was what she got in response and she wondered if feeding DeLuca and his grumpy friend were also part of her responsibilities. She pulled the phone from her ear and opened her email app. Still no itinerary. She was beginning to wonder if whoever was responsible for sending it was not doing so on purpose. The moment she found out who it was, she was going to give their number to Enzo Romano. Let’s see how they like being chewed out in native Italian. “Breakfast is long past Miss McKenna,” he shot back with clear restraint.

“What the hell, Melanie?” She didn’t answer me at first. Instead, she poked her head through the window. “You can get whoever to catch up with us. We are going to that little Italian place off main. I saw it when I drove in…” “What - wait...” Pope’s words were drowned out as she peeled off, laughing the whole time. “We shouldn’t have done that.” I couldn't help but smile though. It felt kind of rebellious, and I’d always had a rebellious streak in me.