Anthony Hunt a young dashing bachelor from New Mexico,lives under a dual personality, Anthony Hunts as a Casino and hotel conglomerate and Blade Knuckles as a Mafia lord. He was coached by ruthless Lucas Guzman and together the two syndicates cast terror within and outside the borders of New Mexico. Anthony collides with Nevena Bachvarov, a Bulgarian tourist, who runs into his arm one night asking him to save her . Breanna Stewart, an ex of Anthony, ventures back into his life as a government agent employed to investigate the mysterious Blade Knuckles. What was meant to be an investigation, turned into a personal war for Breanna Stewart Anthony in one of his numerous hits, kills an innocent man John Willow, son of Liza Minnelli, she had saved Anthony when an encounter with Vincenzo, a counter Mafia, almost claimed his life in the past . Nevena's presence struck a delicate chord in Anthony's cold heart, warming it in the process. Anthony realized that he was in love after he gave up his escape from the police just to get Nevena treated from a gunshot injury, Breanna Stewart finally got a chance to prosecute Anthony but Liza Minnelli gave another testimony and it led to Anthony's unanimous discharge. Sorrowful Liza Minnelli cursed Anthony that nemesis would catch up to him soon. Lucas Guzman wouldn't get over it when Anthony declares his desire to quit crime. Just when everything begins to fall into place, disaster strikes. Nevena got blown up by unknown hitmen , Anthony embraced the life of crime again, Vincenzo, Lucas Guzman and many more were on his suspect list . Bloodshed became the new trend as Anthony sought revenge over Nevena's death, the police denied any involvement since it's a war among the Mafia's.
Voir plusMafia's Nemesis **‿Lucas' Ship‿** Afternoon heat pressed through the ships half-closed blinds, casting harsh stripes across the polished floor. Lucas stood in the middle of his room, still in his white bathrobe from the morning. His jaw was clenched tightly, while he paced like he was ready to snap someone’s neck. His Knuckles’ had been gone for close to three days now, and still—there was no call or clues. And worst of all? He couldn’t involve the cops. This had to stay in-house. His men, knowing that Blade was Lucas' backbone—stood at a safe distance while making calls to their trusted allies. “Carlos! Put Los Sangrientos on the line.” He ordered sharply. “There should be a damn trace.” Carlos nodded and fumbled through their contact list for the Los Sangrientos Mafia Group number. “Mi realeza se inclina ante su poder, Don.{My royalty bows before your might, Don.}”, A voice acknowledged behind him. “Grinch?” Lucas barked. He spun aro
Mafia's Nemesis*** “If she's really important to him, he should come take her once he returns”. Breanna smirked. “Sophia—bring her along”. She commanded. “Really?”, Nevena eyed Sophia as she gestured at her to follow them. “You're doing this ?”. “Please!” Sophia muffled only to Nevena's hearing, making her shoulders drop in defeat. Grinch's mind was in utter disarray, but his face maintained a calm expression as they led Nevena away. “Thanks for accommodating my request.” Sophia acknowledged in a whisper and Nevena gave her a little squeeze on the shoulder. “It's nothing”.༎ຶ‿༎ຶAT THE AMBIANCE OF THE HQ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ “Miss Nevena Bachvaro!” Breanna called, her eyes fixed on the woman sitting across the table. “No, ma’am. It’s Bachvaro...v” Nevena corrected gently, her Bulgarian accent curling around the name like silk. Breanna raised a brow, “Noted". She adjusted the file before her. “Let’s begin. On the night of the 17th—you were abducted—b
Mafia's Nemesis*** ༎ຶ‿༎ຶPolice HQ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ Breanna sat at her desk, her focus dividend by the stack of documents and CCTV footage she has been replaying repeatedly. Fatigue gnawed at the edges of her focus, but she refused to yield to exhaustion, due to the grainy surveillance image of Antonio stepping out of a Bentley car, at the same alley where the victim had been found. Though there was no direct surveillance that covered the crime scene. But the footage from the parking garage showed a man lead a foreign woman into the car— which after some minutes, another man joined them, but his back was the only visible thing. She zoomed in and out a couple of times and sighed, even though it was the back she saw—she was damn sure it was Antonio's, because she knows Antonio even without seeing his face. Finally she reached for the roll of red string and stretched it across the board, connecting Antonio’s name to the crime scene. Beside it, she
༎ຶ‿༎ຶPolice HQ.... ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ EARLY THE NEXT DAY, BREANNA FLIPPED OPEN THE ATTACHED file in Captain Morgan's discharge records. Her heart gave her a small but noticeable hitch, seeing Antonio's name in the Captain's detained list, but then—their HQ recorded that he was discharged. She furrowed her brows from tiredness and confusion, was it just an administrative fluke—or someone pulling strings to make his arrest disappear. Discharges usually came with a paper trail, a reason. But for Antonio? Nothing. Just a blank space where an explanation should be. A mail dinged in her mailbox and she hastily opened it with a click. The HQ had affirmed again that Antonio was discharged that same day— but what nagged her was that there was no official explanation attached to it. Scrolling further, she saw that her superiors had denied her request to reopen the investigation. They insisted that Antonio was a powerful figure in Enchanted Hills, a kind of man
Mafia's Nemesis Vincenzo had struck again. Now, it was his turn to retaliate. Meanwhile, seated in the car—Nevena heard a gut-wrenching fall, but she didn’t move nor did she look outside. Instead, she huddled at a corner, pressing her hands against her ears, willing herself to disappear. The weight of the bloodshed outside pressing down on her chest. The car door suddenly swung open and Antonio slid inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. The Bentley peeled away from the carnage, leaving behind a street soaked in blood. Nevena sat stiffly, fingers twisting the fabric of Antonio's jacket. Every nerve in her body still on edge. Antonio's silence was suffocating and heavy like a noose tightened around her throat. The weight of his presence beside her—cold, calculated and dangerous. After what felt like an eternity, his voice cut through the air. “My house and your country. Those are the only places you’ll be safe.” The words were s
Mafia's Nemesis**** “She couldn't have gone far,” the leader added, making a call for reinforcements. Fear surged through her veins like ice, as the beam of the torch flashed on her from a distance. Without hesitation, she shot up, her legs shaking, adrenaline blasting through her whole being. “Squad!, She's along that alley”, Nevena heard the deep echo from a distance. She staggered forward, slipping into the shadows, heart pounding like a war drum. Step by step, she crept along the alley, pressing against the cold brick wall. But then, the footsteps thundered behind her, Closer. One pry from her hiding spot, she noticed that the goons surrounded that alley in a synchronized formation. Their crimson eyes sharp as that of an eagle. Her mind spiraled in desperation and chaos. “Damn it, I could swear I saw her run this way.” One of the goons cussed, flashing his torch randomly. One of his random flashes caught her shadow and he signalled t
****Mafia's Nemesis After the chaotic murder at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, the news gained international recognition. When Stefan saw the broadcast on a Bulgarian news channel, he insisted that Nevena leave Arizona immediately. Without hesitation, he booked her another flight—this time to New Mexico. She had arrived in New Mexico the night before, and with the help of the City’s navigation map, she managed to locate her guesthouse. The sharp buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted her awake. With a groggy hiss, she reached for it blindly, her fingers fumbling over the screen. “Yes Stefan”, Nevena mumbled with her eyes closed. “Have you taken your medicine, Lazybones?”, Stefan's deep baritone voice reverberated from the phone. “Stefan let me sleep”, Nevena whined, pulling her duvets over her shoulder. “It’s drizzling here.” “Ummm.. okay”, Stefan muttered hesitantly. “I will call you before midday”. “Thank you!”, Nevena replied lazily, tossing the phone aw
Breanna Stewart stepped onto the Ozonic confinement scene like a phantom of vengeance, her presence a grim vision of danger and dominance. She was dressed in tactical black skintight leather trousers, a matching vest that clung to her voluptuous figure. Her silky black braid rested against her back, while a shoulder holster was secured over her toned arms, complementing the drop-leg holster at her thigh—each cradling a firearm. She stepped over the caution tape, ignoring the lingering stares on her. Some ogled her while others recognized the deadly efficiency in her stride and wisely stepped aside. The fire squad had done their job, but the destruction was still raw with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh. Breanna Stewart studied the rubbles meticulously, taking in the slightest detail. Lightning crackled in the distance, illuminating the wreckage for a split second before plunging it back into the dim light of the searchlight. She slightly adjusted the black sunglass
Mafia's Nemesis: "Okay, since you asked" Antonio said silkily, stretching out his hand. Grinch stepped forward and presented his trench knife to him. "Blade Knuckles?" Captain Morgan & Jordan gasped. "Surprise!"Antonio asked with the corner of his mouth curled upward. He stared at dumbstruck Morgan for a moment longer, then smiled faintly "I have always known that something isn't right about you", Morgan mumbled. "But I never imagined it to be something as big as Blade Knuckles". As Morgan spoke, Antonio's thumb slowly traced the edge of the blade. Without hesitating for a slight second, he leaned forward and slashed Morgan's throat in two cuts. "Slash! Slash!. And the smell of blood filled the air. The blade was overly sharp and slitted the Captain's throat without any resistance. Morgan's neck was a nauseating sight to behold. The sharp knuckles had done more damage than the blade. Its sharp steel end had hooked into the Captain's neck, and pulled out his
On a dark misty night in Bulgaria, cold seeped into Nevena Bachvarov as she stood at the edge of a majestic waterfall. Its melancholic tune echoing through her enervated soul. Nevena closed her eyes and memories of the doctor's words cut through her like a knife as they flooded in. "Miss Bachvarov, I'm afraid the results aren't what we had hoped for," the doctor said gently, his voice a grim melody. "What do you mean?" she had asked him. Her trembling hands clutching onto the hospital's chair armrest. The doctor's expression was a mask of compassion as he broke the news. "Your kidney is failing, Nevena. The disease has progressed to its chronic stage." Nevena froze immediately, completely consumed by numbness. The doctor's words, though well-intentioned, were a stark reminder to Nevena of the painful decision she'd made. She'd given up one of her kidneys to save 'Aleksandar' her ex-boyfriend, "I know, Nevena, that this news might have come as a shocker," the doctor w...
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