Novel & Cerita Tommy Vercetti

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Is this some sort of punishment or what? While I was still creating stupid scenarios in my head, Varce finally looked in my direction. To crown it all, he spoke to me. “Congratulations. You've leveled up. You heard what I said. Take Tom and be back by evening. Exhaust or bully him with your skills, I don't care, but I want results. He told me he's a professional racer.” I blinked. He was looking at me and he was talking to me. It was a whole lot to take in.

Just clinks her glass to mine and whispers something like, “We’re all broken here.” Damn poetic for a place like this. I down my drink and make my way to the corner booth. Dark. Quiet. Good view of every exit. That’s when I see him. Not Balthazar. Not yet. But someone from his court. Tall. Thin. Slick-backed black hair and a voice like he was born to lecture sheep. They call him Vero. Third-tier enforcer for Balthazar’s ring. Not the smartest, but cruel enough to climb ranks on bones alone.

"I... I don't..." "Viktor Kuznetsov," Mario repeated patiently. "Where is he?" "I don't know!" Tommy burst out. "We never met him directly! Everything came through intermediaries!" The older man shot him a murderous look, but Mario just nodded approvingly. "Good. See how easy that was? Now, these intermediaries. Tell me about them." "There was this guy," Tommy said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Russian accent. Called himself Dmitri. He's the one who hired us."

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”

He directed those who were there and fielded a few phone calls. Domenico showed up late in the afternoon, with what looked like a case of sports drink under one arm and a duffel bag in the other. Marco took the case from him, and he passed by, not even looking at me as he headed to the crowd of men who were playing a game of poker. From what I could tell the one named Joey was winning handily, so much that the others were claiming that he was cheating. They were right.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

Alejandro crossed the room and placed his file on the table before pulling out a chair and sitting, his posture composed as his gaze moved across the room briefly meeting Agent Luca's eyes before he lowered his and adjusted the papers in front of him. At the head of the table SAC Marco Conti closed the folder in front of him and studied him in silence before speaking, "Agent Alejandro, update on the Vercelli financial track," his voice cutting through the room with controlled authority. Alejandro opened his file slowly, turning pages until he reached the marked section before sliding it forward across the table until it stopped in front of him while Marco Conti opened it and began reading wi

Vincenzo Castellano walks out of the office and sees Veronica and stops in his tracks completely shocked. He looks around and sees that she is alone and he said. "I don't want you!" "I don't want you either," said Veronica, looking at him with contempt. And hearing her, Castellano understands what is happening and said: “I alpha, Vincenzo Castellano reject you ..” and looks at her waiting for her name: "Veronica Jackson" she whispers. "... as my mate!" and he looks at her waiting for her to accept. And as soon as she did it, she looks at him and asks:

Kiera asked, teasing her and trying to make her calm down. “ That was because I thought I was dead!” Veronica yelled at her. “ But you weren't, you were just in the room.” Kiera responded. “But I didn't realize that!” Veronica exclaimed and began to walk away. “Vee, wait! I'm sorry.” Kiera screamed, and ran after her. “ Veronica, Kiera, wait up.” A voice called out to them. Kiera and Veronica both turned their heads to the back and saw Tom running after them. Tom was their friend and he was an omega too.