Rodion-----musicaI got off the motorcycle and strolled towards the club. The music blaring from the stereo was enough to awaken the dead from their rest. I ambled inside through the back door of the building. The club was one of the most expensive properties I owned.I went directly upstairs to the private balcony where I could take a view of every activity that took place inside. It was just 8 pm, yet the place had a packed crowd.Neon lights flickered, creating a moody ambiance. Male and female were on the dance floor doing all sorts of dance, yelling and laughing.They were satisfied.Seven strippers were busy entertaining potential customers. Some customers offered money to touch them, while others fought for a good view of their nakedness.I spotted a chubby runty-aged man in a further corner of the club. He was busy smoking and enjoying a view of a naked lady twerking on his lap.I felt pleased to see everything was going well. I

Alessia Romero----AnsiaI sat on the edge of a bed in the dormitory as I silently plotted a way I would save someone. In my sweaty hands, I held the poisonous capsules. Anxiety was consuming me up every second that ticked.It was the third day and towards the lunch hour. The same day when Carina was signing her new novel with her fans. I could feel fear deep down my heart.I couldn't let Romeo accomplish his mission, and I was not ready to poison Matteo. I was flabbergasted, I really needed help so desperately. The only person I could think of at that moment was the Lazza. I could tell him the truth and beg him to protect Carina.

Alessia Romero----"Rodion!!"I sat up in a hasty, breathing so rapidly to catch up with my racing. It was that state where you'd suspect the heart was vacating its confines and running away from you.I rubbed my chest. My body was soaked with sweat. I wiped my forehead and then let out a huff when I felt my heart normalizing its activity.The dog is haunting me.My head was pounding. It felt like I got whacked mercilessly behind my back head with a sledgehammer. I shut my eyes and I moaned in pain. Just then, the dog's face came into my vision. I shook my head as I choked on my moans then shot my eyes open.It was not just a dream, it was real. I could touch the dog. The way my thumb moved against his mouth. Then the way I ordered him to say his name.I know... I know, dogs don't talk but this Lazza's dog talked. It was probably trained."Rodion. My name is Rodion Konstantin." The deep voice was loud in my mind."Forget that name! Else you'll die!" A voice rang in my brain."Why. I

Alessia Romero ------ scrittrice There are perks to having a writer as your best friend. You get to be the first to read their first drafts, you can have your ideas added to their novels and whatnot. Then we have the downsides of it, and one is what I was going through at the moment. I took another sip of my cold cola, letting the drink sweep away the anger accumulating in me. I was on the verge of jumping on Carina and pulling her curls out, but God, I loved her curls. Maybe I needed to pull out her nose. I had a great chance to break it to her that my ass was in trouble. A deadly Mafia king whose face was unknown held me captive. But the idiot was busy fantasizing about Matteo. I was worried about her future husband. If he was gonna be ugly, then he would have a problem. Carina always drooled over a handsome man with fit physiques. When she sees one, she sees the main character of her novels, and Matteo happens to be a victim. "You won't face the

Alessia Romero ------- I crawled out of the room, making sure to quietly shut the door. For the past two days, I had been sneaking into Lazza's room. I was not sure whether it was evolving to being a bad habit or anything. It started when I went to the dorms and realized that I couldn't sleep. My sleep was disturbed by the dog, who was purposely haunting me. Sneaking to his room was a hell of a task, but thank heavens he was a sleeper, else he could have caught me seated on a couch in his room, looking like an evil demon. I made no noise while leaving the wing. Guards who noticed my early presence around the boss' wing didn't question it. They probably thought I had spent two good nights sucking his dick. Disgusting. I didn't sleep, and if I did, it never lasted more than ten minutes. Every time I watched him sleep, I would wake up and spend the day in mighty peace, knowing I accomplished something the dog loved to do. It was early, five in the mor