Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

- C h a p t e r 36 -

Ciao amore mio,

Come va? Cosa stai facendo? Thank you for being patient with me. Lord knows how long I've been working on the 36th. It wasn't easy but it was definitely worth it. Never fear loves! Never ever ever give up. Be strong. Happy reading!!! :P ;)

Here's the Thirty-sixth installation of Italian Coffee House.

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ENJOY XD. *hugs* Thank you for sticking it with me. I couldn't ask for a better squad of protagonists.

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Ang

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Niccolò's Chocolate House

Chapter 36

*Nick*

"FIGLIO DI BUONA DONNA! (SON OF A BITCH)" I growled despite myself, earning an incredulous look from Danu.

"Niccolò who was that? What on earth just happened?" Julian inquired, coaxing another feral growl from deep within my chest.

"I have no idea who that less than subtle waif might be. Apparently her name is Corina." Her name tasted like venom on my tongue. Figures. Of course the name would be just as rotten the owner. At the moment, I was more than tempted to pound her until she told me where to find my wife but my intuition told me that it would be a bad move.

For her to deliver such a crafty speech to my face meant either, she was a sadistic bitch that probably had a death wish or she hadn't attended the Keller wine tasting alone. Unfortunately, my morals were against taking hands to a woman. That and, more importantly, I had no intentions of testing my theory lest something irremissable takes place. No. I had to keep a cool head and play my cards right. One thing was for certain, that woman is going to wish she hadn't just crossed my path. Subtly, I scanned the premises noting that she got into a sleek dark vehicle with two muscular fellas. I would've followed them if I didn't think there was something shady awaiting me at the end of that road. No no no Nicky! You have to be smart about this. Instead, I just memorized the plates.

Heavens, I could hear Ada's sweet voice echo in my mind. How the hell had my night come to this? Mere minutes ago, I couldn't wait to get home, crawl into bed next to my wife and make sweet merciless love to her until the sun came up. Only to learn that some arsehole had taken my other half captive. Fate could be one cruel bitch at times, she's ruthless like that. It reminded me how fragile life could be. Krysta had a mother one day and the very next, she had been orphaned. My father had always been my moral support when I was younger but lo and behold, he had lost the great battle. A battle we did not even know he had been fighting. How messed up was that? Furthermore, I had finally collided with a beautiful soul that would alter my outlook on life forever. One that was undoubtedly the most precious thing I could've ever been given in all my existence. With her, came the greatest joy I'd ever known. Only, she had been snatched up by some despotic vermin. Well to hell with fate because I'd be damned if I lost Ada.

"May I use your telephone?" The words left me before it even registered that I'd said them.

"Of course, son anything you need." Julian offered a small smile. Though I was beyond grateful for his offer, I couldn't find it within me to return it in kind. My gestational wife was being held hostage somewhere facing heaven knows what. It was unfathomable to even crack a smile after what had just occurred.