Vanessa Redgrave And Franco Nero Novels & Stories

Vito set his glass down with a sharp clink and straightened. "Call Luca and the rest of the crew. We're hitting that shipyard tonight. I want this operation buried before sunrise." Marco nodded, already sending out orders. As the room buzzed with activity, Vito glanced over at the window once again. His face, a shadow of his very own ambition, gazed back at him in spectral form. "Carla," he whispered quietly, "do you want war? Fine. You won't be around for its end, however. Carla stood amidst the shadows of towering shipping containers, her eyes scanning the organized chaos of her men loading crates of weapons onto waiting trucks. The distant sound of waves crashing against the docks was a s

I remembered Nero telling me he didn’t trust him and that he didn’t think Marco was qualified to be Nico’s advisor. Greta Conti was his sister, and Nero had rejected her several times. Apparently, there was no DeLuca brother she hadn’t tried to sleep with, including the late Adrian and Enzo. She had, however, slept with Nico when he couldn’t keep it in his pants. She and her brother probably had beef with Nero because of his refusal to accept Marco’s expertise and the many times he had rejected Greta. I remembered how everyone thought Greta and Nero were endgame.

The screams came first. Then the gunfire. Two of the guests tried to run. They didn’t make it. When the lights came back on, Petrov stood alone in the center of the gallery, the room littered with shattered glass and bodies. He walked toward the man responsible—an older businessman, a known figure from the black ledger, once a “donor” to Valeria’s network. His name was Grigori Vance. Petrov stared at him with dead eyes. “You bought a child like a bag of coffee beans.”

Adrian had called me right before going into the meeting room and left the line open so I could listen, and he'd told me to record everything in case we needed evidence. I pressed the record button and watched the red dot appear on my screen. Vanessa's voice came through the speaker clear and cold. "Grace was my partner, the best, we were brilliant together." My chest tightened and I held my breath listening. "We were going to change the world," Vanessa continued. "Then she fell in love, wanted to keep you, ruin everything." The way she said "ruin everything" made my skin crawl because she was talking about a baby like it was a mistake.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

"We get to restore this. That's insane. How did we get so lucky?" My wide eyes glanced toward him and saw the exuberant expression I felt mirrored on his face. It wasn't lost on me that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that had essentially fallen into my lap. I sent a silent thanks to the universe for crossing my path with Alessandro Rossi's. We stopped the car just inside the gates of Villa Rossi. Luca hopped out first and began jumping around and clapping his hands together. "SOPHIA!" he shouted, "Look at this! The possibilities are endless. This is going to catapult us to the top. Everyone will know who we are. My God, I can't believe this."