My Wolf From Italy
Synopsis
Luna Romano is a sweet, Italian angel that is given a rough start to adulthood by watching her father get killed by men of the mafia. Haunted by the memories, she steers clear of Italy...and Italian men. Giovanni Velente is known far and wide as the man not to be messed with. As far as the Italian Mafia is concerned, nothing is breathing without the permission of Giovanni. Giovanni isn't looking for love. Not in the slightest, but he cannot control his wolf's reaction to a little minx that seems to run from him at every turn. Between Luna and Giovanni, life seems to be having a grand time fucking up their plans.
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Prologue | My Wolf From Italy
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LUNA
My body was jolted awake by the insistent ringing of the phone on my bedstand. I immediately shot out of bed and grabbed the phone, praying to God that it was Lorenzo. I looked at the unknown number and swiped the green button across the screen.
“Hello…” I said in the cutest voice that I could muster.
“Princessa, is that you?!” I immediately recognized the voice; it was my father.
“Yes, what is it?” I asked, unimpressed. He always had a habit of doing this. Disappearing, leaving me on my own, and then calling in months later like he didn’t abandon his parental responsibility to me.
“Pack a bag immediately. You’re leaving Italy!”
“What the fuck do you mean by that? You think that you can just pack a bag and leave when you want and then…”
“Watch your tone with me, Princessa!” I muttered an apology. He sighed over the phone, and I imagined him rubbing his head in exasperation. He had a habit of doing that.
“I’m sorry, Princessa. But this is urgent. I need you to pack a bag right now and leave that house.”
“But why, Papa?”
“I am afraid that I might have put your life in danger.” Panic immediately filled me, and I made a dash for my wardrobe and began packing a bag. I filled it with only the essentials.
“But where am I going?”
“I’m sending you to your aunt in the United States of America.” I opened up the safe and threw several wads of cash into the bag. I guess you could say that my father had prepared for an occasion such as this.
“And what about you?” Silence.
“Papa…” Silence. I felt my heart begin to beat faster, and my breathing began to come in hard pants.
“Papa!” There was a shuffle, and then his voice.
“I’m here, Princessa.” Tears came to my eyes, and I wiped them away with my hands. I zipped the duffel bag shut and immediately stripped out of my nightwear.
“What’s happening over there, Papa?” I could hear him breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.
“You don’t need to worry about that.” I donned on a pair of black slacks and a hoodie “Don’t trust anyone, baby. I never thought a day would come that that bastard would betray me.”
“Who, Papa? Who betrayed you?”
“Don’t worry about that. I just sent you an address…” My phone pinged, and I quickly looked at the screen.
“Yes, I just saw it.”
“Good, come to that location as soon as possible.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.
“And don’t forget—don’t trust anybody.” I nodded again.
“Okay, Papa.”
He hung up, and I placed my phone on silent, shoving it into my back pocket. I went into my father’s office and grabbed the key to the Hilux. Just as I turned to leave, I saw a gun sitting pretty on his desk.
My father had taught me to shoot, and I had pretty good aim. He had also taught me to drive. I guess he had always thought that something like this would happen. I grabbed the gun, shoving it into the waistband of my jeans, and headed for the front door. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard a car pull up to the front of the house. My father didn’t tell me to expect anyone. I heard car doors slam, and then footsteps against the gravel. I ran across the house as quietly as possible to the back door. Just as I opened the door, I heard the front door open. I shut it quickly and began looking around for a place to hide.
I squeezed my frame under the stairs of the back porch and prayed that the bushes on both sides of the stairs were enough to give me cover.
I was 16. This was not how I planned to spend my Friday night. I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard the back door open and heard footsteps on the back porch.
“Did you find her?”
“No. She must have left.”
“Enzo must have gotten to her already.”
“Hmm.”
“Has he been found?”
“Not yet.” One of them sighed.
“Let’s leave then.”
“Boss will not like this.”
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes when I heard them climb down the stairs and walked around to the front of the house. I heard the car start, and they drove away.
I stayed put in my hiding spot for some time before coming out. There was only one thing on my mind. I needed to get to my father.
I carefully crept to the front of the house and got into the Hilux. I fumbled with the keys and eventually got the car started. I typed the address into the GPS and drove like the wind to the location.
I drove carefully into the open space, looking around for any sign of my father. It was an airport. Looked like a private airport to me.
I parked in front of the pier and got out, grabbing my bag and slinging it across my shoulder. I checked to be sure that my phone was still in my back pocket and pulled out the gun. I felt like I was going to need it.
“Princessa?” I turned towards the sound of the voice with my gun raised “It’s okay. It’s just me.” I breathed a sigh of relief and ran into his arms. He hugged me briefly and pushed me away, grabbing my hand.
“Come on, we don’t have much time.” He walked us into the building. There was not a soul in sight. This place was in the middle of nowhere.
“Where is this place?”
“You don’t need to worry about it.” We half-walked, half-ran to the end of the pier where I saw a small cargo plane waiting in the clearing. A gunshot paused us in our tracks. My father turned around. We could hear voices coming toward us, but we were yet to see them.
“You have to hide.”
“But…” There was a truck on the corner.
“Hide under the truck.” I lowered myself and got under the truck, holding my bag to me.
“Give me your gun.” I handed it over without hesitation. “No matter what you hear, don’t come out. Don’t make a sound.” I nodded. Three men rounded the corner and came into my line of vision.
“Viper, this isn’t necessary. We were friends.” Viper had a scar that cut across his face, from his left ear to the right side of his chin. He was ugly.
Viper raised his gun and fired three times. I placed my fist in my mouth and held back my sob. I watched my father’s body drop to the ground, and his head rolled to the side. Tears flowed freely from my eyes.
“Dispose of this trash.” The two other men grabbed my father’s body. I realigned my body and watched as they threw his body over the cliff and into the water below.
I lay there, crying, till my eyes became so puffy that I passed out from exhaustion.
Chapter One | My Wolf From Italy
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LUNA
I sat up on my bed with a gasp and collapsed back when I realized that it was all a dream. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand and sighed. I have had the same recurring nightmares of my father’s death for the past eleven years. And it was always the same thing.
Viper shoots my father, Viper sees me hiding under the truck, pulls me out, and kills me too. After all these years, I had not been able to get the face of my father’s killer out of my head. And every day, I prayed that karma caught up with him, and he was killed in the most gruesome ways that man could think of.
I looked at the time and saw that it was almost 6:00 am. It was useless to go back to sleep anyway. I got out of bed and walked to my kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. I took the glass to my living room and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling reflective windows that overlooked the city of Los Angeles.
I heard a howl in the distance and rolled my eyes. Werewolves had come out of the shadows about a century ago, and since then, there had been a power shift. Humans were no longer the most intelligent species on the planet. They had subtly and slowly taken over everything. The government, the banks, our food supply. We were at their mercy. And so, everyone respected them. And thankfully, humans were not hunted or anything as cruel as that.
I looked down my window at the luxurious cars that passed my building. I was finally living my dream. Independent, a woman with her own money, her dream job, her dream apartment, and respect.
After my father was killed, I had come to America. I had gone to my aunt’s place as my father had originally planned, but I found her dead. She had been murdered too. It was as though whoever killed my father was trying to wipe his whole family from existence.
Getting an apartment was difficult as I was underaged, but I managed to swing that. I smiled sadly at the memories. I was glad that I managed to get through all of that. The only thing missing out on all of this was my family. I had not planned to do this alone.
I rinsed my cup, replaced it in its spot, and went back to my room. I had gotten a job as an interpreter in a company that offers translation and PR services for people. It was an up-and-coming company, but they paid well, and I enjoyed working there.
I hummed as I lotioned my body and applied my make-up, running the bright red lipstick across my plump lips. Deciding that today felt like a good day to go very bold—not that a day went by that I didn’t dress like it was my last day alive—I pulled my red power suit from my wardrobe. The suit had the design of a chef’s jacket and clung to my frame, and it was paired with a red pencil skirt that came down to my thighs. Just a few centimeters from my knees. Pairing it with a pair of knee-high leather boots, throwing my hair up into a ponytail, and I was ready to bring the world to its feet.
I fingered the necklace that my father had gifted me for my sixteenth birthday and tried to stop the wave of sadness that flowed through me. It was a pink diamond that had a somewhat oval shape. Even then, I knew that it was expensive, and I always wondered how my father could have afforded it. I sighed and picked up my bag. It was time for work.
I drove my Hilux down to the office. People always wondered why I chose to drive this particular vehicle. And to be honest, I wondered too. I knew for a fact that I would look much better in a sleek Benz or a Tesla. I guess you could say that the Hilux made me feel closer to my father. It was his favorite car, after all.
I got out of the car and rode the elevator up to the third floor where my office was located. Well, not exactly my office—it was an open space that I shared with nine other interpreters and each of us with our own cubicle.
I immediately got to work when I opened my mail and saw that the manager wanted to see me. Urgently. I frowned at the mail for a bit and then shrugged. It couldn’t be bad. I don’t have a single bad record. I stood from my seat and rode the elevator to the second floor where his office was located.
“Good morning, Amanda,” I greeted his secretary. She gave me the stink eye and muttered a response. For the life of me, I couldn’t guess why she didn’t like me. From her height and build, I could tell that she was a werewolf too.
“John asked me to see him.” She scoffed.
“What did you do now?”
I frowned at her.
“I believe that piece of information is above your payroll.” I smiled sweetly at her. She growled at me.
“Go in.”
“Why, thank you, Amanda.” I rolled my eyes and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” I opened the door and closed it quietly behind me.
“Good morning, John.”
John was a werewolf. A very handsome one at that. And if we weren’t coworkers, we would have been great sex buddies. The attraction was there.
“Good morning, Luna. How was your night?”
“It was great, thank you. How was yours?”
“Amazing. Take a seat.” I pulled back one of the seats in front of his table and sat.
“Is anything the matter?”
“Um. No. Not really. We are expecting a very important client from Italy.”
“Hm.”
“And he wants our best interpreter…and you happen to be that.” I smiled at him.
“Okay, so when and where?”
“Next week, Tuesday. You will be informed the moment he gets here.” I nodded.
“Is that all?” I asked him, standing. He stood as well and rounded the table till he stood in front of me. We were standing so close that we were sharing the same breath. He licked his lips, and I stared, fixated.
“Amanda…”
“John…we can’t do this.” I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed saliva. I was about to throw caution to the wind when the door opened, and there stood a not-so-impressed Amanda. John jumped away from me, and I immediately power-walked out of his office, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. I tapped my feet as I waited for the elevator. I heard a door open and close, and there was Amanda, with smoke coming out of her ears. She walked up to me, really getting into my face,
“You little slut…” She hissed in my face. Just then, the elevator pinged, and a man stepped out. Without much ado, I stepped into the elevator and went back to my desk, wondering why she was so pissed.