Novelas y relatos de The Italian's Mistress Melanie Milburne

“Sir—” “Just do what he says, Malorie.” Another woman slid up behind the first. From her dark Mediterranean skin, I guessed she was Italian. That and her clear knowledge of who I was—what I could do. Her lip curled in disgust. “While he’s still asking nicely.” I let the barbed words glance off me like arrows on stone. I knew what I was, what kind of monster I was. Malorie rose to open a filing cabinet at the back of the station, while her nameless Italian friend glared me down like she suspected me of leaping behind the counter to steal the files for myself.

“I’m going to let you play the hero card. Someone tried to kill Delfina this morning. We’re on our way to the medical clinic just outside of Beckinsale. Get mom and Carma in the chopper. Carma is distraught. Comfort her.” “What happened to Delfina?” “I believe it may have to do with the Vellucci daughter who keeps tossing my name around like it entitles her to be more than what she is.” “A slut, whore, liar, cheat, airhead, egomaniacal twat?” Furio didn’t miss the way Caprice’s lips twisted as she heard Valente in the quiet of the car.

"Hmm, entertain me. Fire it away." "Michelle Finley, 28 years old, migrated to Milan six years ago. Her flower shop, which she named after her daughter, was known in Brera. She has a daughter whose name is Marsha, a 5-year-old girl who goes to the Brera Kindergarten school. She was never seen with other men except with Jose Bianchi, a businessman whose relationship with her hasn’t been confirmed yet. But they seemed very close," informed by the private investigator. "How about her daughter’s father?"

He gave me one last worried glance before exiting the room, leaving me alone with the infuriated Don. My heart raced in my chest, thumping so loud I feared the Don would hear it. His gaze bore into mine, igniting an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and another feeling I didn’t quite understand. His predatory grey eyes seemed to lock me in. He took a step closer, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you have any idea who I am, Elena?" still pointing the gun at me. I could only nod. "I am Don Luciano Vitello," he declared with authority, his eyes locked onto mine. "And I demand absolute obedience from those who work for me."

She doesn't look back; she just gets to Vincenzo's room, opens the door, and enters inside. Why is she here? Vincenzo was lying! I wanted to continue my journey but I couldn't bring myself to move one inch forward, so I went back and placed my ear on the door. “So the rumors are true?” Melinda seethes, the bitterness in her tone is palpable. “What rumors?” Vincenzo snaps angrily. “You're sleeping with that filthy slave?” Melinda sneered. “She's not a slave!” Vincenzo counters, maybe he wasn't lying after all.

’ Melissa folded her arms and now the three of them glared at her, ‘You will not believe this’ She grabbed herself a glass of wine and sank into the chair recounting everything that had happened apart from him doing all but make love to her. Her friends were thrilled for her they all knew she had been pining for this stranger and it never crossed their minds that it was a huge coincidence he was in Italy at the same time they were. ‘’Hang on, what are you not telling us?’ Dawn said looking at the high blush on the cheeks and sparkling eyes of her friend. Gabriella hugged herself and whispered,

He twisted in his seat to look at Melissa, who nodded at him to continue, "I think it had something to do with that kid that he killed a few weeks ago." "Giovanni?" Jerry nodded. "You know about it?" Melissa nodded. "I know about it. Everyone in New York knows about it… but why is he going to Italy? What purpose does it serve?" Jerry shrugged again. "I have never understood the way Italians run their business." "Maybe, his traveling is the window we need to complete our plan," Mellisa said. "With him and Julian gone, maybe… just maybe…" she sounded lost in thoughts. "Hmm, when did they say he had to go?" She finally asked.

She holds the rail with one hand, and her second hand is holding ice Americano in her second hand. They're gazing at the view of the street from up here, and she constantly smiles whenever her eyes catch up with the view that interests her. “How did you discover this place?” Melanie asks, sipping from her drink. “I usually visited here when I was a lad.” Mr Gordon utters behind her, he sneaks his hand on her waist and pulls her tightly to his body. Melanie chuckles, almost forgetting what Drew told her earlier. ‘I heard he stabbed his wife to death. Are you not curious to know why?’

Christine asked surprised. It was weird that Ruth would bail on a trip to Italy. "Did he not invite you?" Christine asked. "He did and I declined," Ruth said. "Why?" "Because there was no use! He will just be busy with work ignoring me totally and starving me of what I desperately need," Ruth said. "Moreover I had planned on coming to see you so..." Ruth added. "Don't you know that Italy is the country of love? Who knows whether that would have been where you and him would have found your 'zing'" Christine said as she made invisible quotes with her fingers as she pronounced 'zing'.

"What did you and Melanie just talk about? Who gave you permission to speak?" "It was not what you think, Big Brother." The sixty-year-old woman accidentally stared at Abby. She glared at Abby, who gave a happy grin, but Gregory instead glared at Mandy so that the old woman did not dare to take the same action. She cursed in her heart because Massimo Francesco Alonso's wife always got a defense from his brother, which made her unable to do anything.