Romans & histoires Fabio

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

He began to scrutinize the sheets Fabio had just handed him, carefully examining them for any crucial information he could use to support his current plans. Fabio Saramossa himself was of Italian descent, having devoted over 20 years to Raphael. As his right-hand man, Fabio had undertaken numerous tasks, from the mundane to the dangerously risky. For him, Raphael's word was law; contradicting it was unthinkable, let alone failing to carry out his orders.

Fabio is very good with the computer, he's also a hacker. I don't know how he always does it so effortlessly. I took out a chocolate bar, attempting to eat it, when Fabio slapped it out of my hand. “What the fuck man?” “It has grape as one of the ingredients.” He said while typing on his laptop. “Oh,” I said while scratching my head awkwardly, he has always acted like an overprotective big brother, I now get it. “Guys, I'm in.” We heard Greg speak from the microphone. “Good, let this mission finally begin,” I said while sitting up.

I tell him in the little earpieces. “ What kind of safe is it?” “ It’s unlike anything I have seen before. But I know I can do it.” I check my little backpack and I remove my small tool, a baby of mine I call the Besto Masterkey, I designed it myself. I can scan any safe with it, and it always provides me with the correct combinations. The thing is, I am the only one who can use this little tool. I wait until it scans the safe and I wait for about 10 minutes until the combination is formed, I press the numbers and I clear the click sound. I can't hold my smile. They lock open and do the drawer. It’s filled with diamonds as well as the Ruby tones we wanted. One particular stone stands out, it

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

I clenched my fists. "The answer is si, signore'." He spoke. (Yes, sir.) "Si, signore." I repeated. "What is your name?" He asked again. I hated how he was treating me like a child. I was twenty. Did I look like a kid to him? Or maybe he was older than he looked. He looked about twenty-six. That’s what Luca had said, too. "Isabelle." I whispered. "Isabelle Forte." He nodded. "Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?" His accent was so tantalizingly beautiful. I didn’t answer, only nodded, staring at my lap.

The possibilities, the endless possibilities, press down on my chest. Aurelio turns to leave but the whirls back instantly and snaps his fingers. "Ah! I remembered. How could I have forgotten such a common name? The bastard's name was Fabio." He pauses and gives her an indescribable look. "Sounds familiar?"

The air in the room suddenly felt humid, and entirely too close. Maria was setting a plate piled high with scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. She nodded politely to me. “Good morning, Miss Tiana. Coffee?” “Yes, please, Maria. Thank you,” I managed, my voice sounding strained. I still hadn't moved. At the sound of my voice, Fabio lowered the paper, folding it with deliberate slowness. He turned his head and then swiveled his entire torso, his broad chest fully presented to me. My breath hitched. His chest was covered in a light, dusting of dark hair that arrowed down toward the waistband of his shorts. He had a scar, faint but noticeable, just above his

I She looked taken aback by my statement, but she soon fixed her look and said, “Which brother? Let me guess, Fabio?” “No, Carlos. He hates the S, so we call him Carlo. He’s ruthless, but he is nothing compared to Fabio. I would know because I grew up with him. He is a sociopath, and he doesn’t respect women. But you already know that, don’t you? You work with him, of course you do.”