Novels by mimichris160

The gentle rustling of leaves and the soft whisper of wind through the trees filled the tingled night air. A quiet contrast to the impending storm."I'll be coming with you guys," Salvatore said, securing the grey blazers around his powerful back and matching to Alessandro, who stood just in front of one of the SUVs clad in his bulletproof blazer. He cast a long, dark shadow under the moonlight.His convoy was as long as a mamba, its colour, the dark shade of night. With poison-filled fangs and a hissing tongue, they were ready to bite.“Gather everyone here now," Alessandro ordered Jax, who was leaning on the hood of the S U V in front of Alessandro."Roger that," Jax said, and he went to every car in the convoy, calling everyone to get together. Soon they all surrounded him."Here is how we are going to move," Alessandro said. "We are going to move in three groups, so the long convoy doesn't attract too much attention—so as not to alert them." He pointed to his uncle. "My uncle her

When Alessandro entered the duplex's backyard, he saw most of his men working out in the large gym in the backyard.The stench of their sweating bodies reached his nose, and he wiped his nose with his handkerchief; his lips curled to a small smile. The clanging of the metal weight lifts was music to his ears.Just maybe he still stood a chance against the bloody axe mafia. His eyes scanned the backyard. It's been a while since he came here. The last time he was there, he was preparing for a war with the now impoverished Leones. He had utterly pulverised them. He had sent them to the slums. He planned to do the same to these people, but they were not the same. The Donatellos have external help: ninjas. They were undefeated like he was. He didn't know exactly what to expect.He had made sure to eliminate moles that could give away his next move to his dangerous opponents.That's why the backyard was built in such a way that those in the main mansion couldn't see what was going on ther

EARLIER THE SAME EVENING Allen leaned back on the reclining bench, his legs crossed, an elbow on the armrest, and the other hand scratching his stubble as he waited for Barbara to appear. He was swamped. In prickling thought. He replayed the conversation he had with Camilla earlier over and over again. Each replay another tonne of weight tied to his ankle, which sank him deeper into the sea of depression. Was he not good enough?The woman he loved was starting to fall in love with another man. He couldn't let that happen. He had to divert her attention from Alessandro to himself. He needed to do that fast. What could he possibly do? Was the question that vibrated in his mind?He was clueless as to what to do at the moment, but he knew he was sure to figure something out. Barbara pushed through the door with the doctor behind her.“Allen,” Barbara called him, and he raised his gaze to her. “I'm ready; let's go,” she said, and Allen glanced at the doctor, who nodded at him."Yes, she

"What! No way!” she gasped, despite the butterflies that fluttered in her belly. “Why would you go that far? I thought we were just business colleagues. Why do you want to kiss me?” Camilla asked, staring into his eyes for clues.“Yeah, we are partners, but is it wrong to just want to kiss a business partner?” Alessandro asked, looking back at her with an unreadable face.“Yes, it is wrong for business partners to kiss,” Camilla stated. Contradicting what the small voice in her head was whispering. The small voice that won't mind their lips getting again and again.“What is wrong?”“I don't mix business with pleasure,” Camilla said, yanking the bridle that restricted her lips from curling into a smile, and Alessandro smirked at her.“Well, this is not business, and neither are we in a business setting. Remember, you promised to do it. I didn't force you to promise.”“You didn't force me to promise, but I didn't know you would go this far," she explained.“Doesn't matter. A promise i

She took her bath and came out of the shower bare and dripping water. Alessandro had not yet brought the clothes. She limped to the door and opened it slightly. Alessandro, the cloth,” she called and poked out her dripping hand, and soon after she heard the sound of incoming footsteps and then felt clothes stuffed in her hand.She retracted her hand from the door and looked at her hand and saw a fresh white towel, a checked white and black boxer, and a big, sky-blue shirt. They smell new, and from the looks of it, they have never been used or worn before.She locked the door, dried her body, and put on the clothes. The shirt was enormous. It almost touched her knees, so she folded the sleeves to her elbows.She unlocked the door, wondering what she looked like in Alessandro's clothes. She stepped out of the bathroom, fiddling her hands in front of the shirt, and saw Alessandro cleaning the floor, which now sparkled. Alessandro raised his gaze to her and burst into laughter, and Ca

Camilla's face flushed in embarrassment when she noticed her clothes soaked in her urine. Desperately, she prayed for the floor to open and swallow her whole. She wished for a rewind, but unfortunately for her, this was reality, and there was no do-over.Alessandro groped on his cabinet for the remote. When he felt it. He clutched it and put the light on. He gasped when he saw Camilla on the floor amidst glinting shards of glass. He threw off the duvet and scampered out of bed, barefoot.Camilla raised her hands at him, palm out. “Please, don't come any closer; you will hurt yourself,” she warned, but Alessandro turned a deaf ear to her. He tiptoed to her as the sharp, acrid tang stung his nostrils, a stark contrast to the sweet floral scent of his air freshener. The stench seemed to grow stronger as he approached her.“Please don't come any closer,” she all but begged, and Alessandro stopped in his tracks and watched as she attempted to stand on her feet.She tried to stand on