Novel & Cerita Luigi Rosalina

Rose pov : His brows furrowed when he stared at me like he knew me from somewhere, and he made to say something but Lucy. Bless her sweet Soul grabbed my hands and stood up which made him to divert his gaze to her. “My name is Lucy and my friend here is Rose” she said extending her hands to Mr. gentleman who just dashed a smile her way but reluctantly shook her hands while I just stood there gripping tightly to my cloth. God… this is so embarrassing, I practically threw myself at this man that night because I was tipsy and he looked undeniablely delicious… I don't think I've learnt my lesson yet.

Looks like he had developed a crush on her after watching them for a while. I imagined he probably still did. Yeah, good luck with that. I would have to assign Roberto to keep an eye on the women, although that didn’t sit well with me either. Lorena was a beautiful woman, and Roberto didn’t have a woman. He knew if he even thought of touching her, he’d be a dead man. Maybe Cesare. I trusted Massimo unconditionally. He was family, a true blood relative. But he would think with his dick. So would I.

❦ Rosalind ❦ The doorframe shuddered with the force I used to slam it shut. Rocco startled and got in position, his gun raised. “Give him a warning shot if he knocks again. Preferably on the kneecap,” I ordered dryly. Walking back to the kitchen, I snatched a steaming bun from Claudia’s tray. She cleaned her hands on her apron, pinning me with a disapproving stare. “You shouldn’t be so rude, Rosa. He brought you flowers.”

Detective Russo—a weary man with Moretti-cousin eyes—interviewed us separately. No camera caught Isabella’s push. My complaint went nowhere. But multiple witnesses saw Alexander assault her. In Italy, that carried weight. The Rossis spent a fortune on lawyers. Eleanor Rossi herself flew to Palermo, her face carved from marble. "Name your price, Maria." My mother smiled. "We don’t want your money. We want him gone." A deal was struck: Alexander would pay a "fine" to a charity of our choice. He would leave Italy immediately. And he would never contact me again.

Pacing towards the door, stopping halfway, he turns around and says "You didn’t give me your name, sweety?” Leo looks at her with concentration, anticipating her next move. “It's Rosalia, Rosalia Nuñes but call me Rose.” “Rose..” Marcus echoes her name aloud. She simply nods. “Alright, I will see myself out. Leonardo, I hope to see you at the function for you to see the real stars not wannabes, well..you know.” He leaves the office. Leo expels the door and pounds his fist against it and Rose shifts at the edge of the seat, her hands firmly clutched on both sides of the seat.

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

" It read: A + A + A +C=NL Most of the pack would not have understood that. Jesse on the other hand had done a lot of research on the Paglione family. She had gone over the information that they had on them over and over. It wasn't a lot, but what she did know was that the letters were names. Anthony, Athena, Anthony, and C was Alyssa. The Pagliones had one child AJ. Anthony Junior. If in fact, the C was Alyssa then they had found out that she was in that pack. At least that was what they were hoping. NL must stand for Cosa Nostra Lupus.

"This is Kayleigh, she has been excited to meet you, since she found out, my dear brother finally met his mate." "Hello, Kayleigh. It's a pleasure to meet you." Rose says smiling. "Hopefully we can be friends." "Yes of course, I'd love to be friends with you!" Kayleigh says happily towards my lovely mate. I watch Rosaline look over at the five warriors. All of them bow to her "Nice to meet you, Luna." they all say in unison. Rosaline glances at me and grabs my hand. I know she's feeling a little overwhelmed.

“They didn’t want any of the women, they wanted Lucia.” This one is on me, the one thing staring me right in the face… A dried rosebud sitting on top of one of Nonna Lola’s cookies. Nonna Lola was working for Alberto fucking Moretti all this time.