Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero Novels & Stories

“They plan on kidnapping you and holding you until they need you. Not tonight, but very soon.” “What exactly are they planning?” I ask softly. “I don’t know. Redgrave’s never partnered with someone like Malcolm before. She’s into smuggling, information networks and black market deals. All very hush-hush and out of the limelight. This is personal for her and from what I’ve seen she’s very interested in your supposed brother.” I feel the blood drain from my face. “Why?”

Back at the hotel, Serena felt her body giving out. A dull, throbbing dizziness clouded her vision, and the thought of catching her next flight only deepened her fatigue. She tossed her bag onto the chair, rubbed her temples, and tried to shake off the heaviness pressing behind her eyes. While waiting to board, she distracted herself by scrolling through the news from Italy. One headline in particular caught her eye—Alexander Vanderbilt had just signed a high-profile betting agreement with the owner of Vortex Automotive Group. The event had taken place at one of the most opulent hotels in the country, and a few leaked photos had begun making the rounds online.

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

It stretched for several seconds before Stefano asked, “Is she in any danger? How did this happen?” “It’s connected to Alexander Vanderbilt’s ex-wife, Serena,” Renzo replied grimly. “Chiara was determined to marry Alexander. Serena’s parents found out… and in the confrontation, Chiara was pushed.” On the other end, Stefano rose slowly from his chair. Beyond the tall windows of his villa, the morning light poured over the olive groves like honey, but his eyes were distant, hard. He didn’t speak for several moments. When he finally did, his voice was low and deliberate.

REINA I froze. For a moment, I thought I’d imagined it. That my dirty, perverted mind had warped his words and made them filthier than they were. But no. His voice, rough and low, cut through the heat in the room again. “Crawl the fuck to me and take this big cock in your mouth like a good girl.” My breath hitched. There he stood. Domenico Gravano. Towering. Commanding. And in his hand was the thick, veiny cock I’d only ever seen in my fantasies, now real and stiff and dripping right in front of me.

I leaned back against the headboard, stroking my thick length slowly, eyes devouring them. They were so fucking sexy. I crooked a finger at the tall brunette. She sank to her knees instantly, hungry and obedient, wrapping her lips around me and sinking down until her throat squeezed every inch. She bobbed fast, gagging wetly, saliva dripping down my shaft as she deepthroated me with desperate skill. My phone rang. Ferrante. I answered. "What." I tried to talk through this pleasure I was feeling. "Caruso has made contact with the Vanchis in the last hour." Ferrante's voice was careful. "Whatever he's planning, he's not planning it alone."

Her red dress shimmered under the dim light of the crystal lamp, sending out small flashes of red, like tiny flames. — You want to humiliate him before killing him? —Vanessa asked with a sharp smile. Bianchi observed her with interest. Vanessa seemed to relish the thought of his plan against Moretti. — I want his name to become synonymous with failure before his body hits the ground, —he responded, looking at Dino’s young lover with approval. Dino narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. — Fine… —he said—. Speak, Bianchi. What do you have in mind?

Vanessa continued speaking like a professional host. “Tonight we’re inside the home of the famous billionaire Alexander Wolfe and his brand-new wife, Amara Cole.” My pulse raced. “How many people are watching this?” I asked quietly. Vanessa shrugged. “Thousands.” The cameraman zoomed closer. Alexander’s voice turned cold. “You’re committing multiple crimes right now.” Vanessa ignored him. Instead, she held up her phone toward the camera. “Many of you already know the scandal surrounding Mr. Wolfe’s offshore accounts.” My chest tightened.

Elena Romano had always known that revenge was a patient game. But tonight, she wasn’t going to be patient. Tonight, she would step into the lion’s den and remind Killian Graves exactly who he had underestimated. Standing before the mirror in her penthouse, she slid her hands over the silk of her deep crimson gown. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the dangerously high slit revealing just enough to be tempting. The plunging neckline and open back left little to the imagination—but that was the point.