The men walked in, dragging Ciara by her hair. They shoved her forward, causing her to fall face flat at the feet of Don Carianno. "Tu sei una cagna! (You bitch!)" He pulled her by her hair and tossed her back to the men. "Put her in a cage.""Yes, Don."Ciara whimpered as they rough-handled her and tossed her into a small metal cage. They bolted it shut."Sedate her," he instructed. "I don't want her getting any ideas."Before she could protest, someone jabbed a needle into her neck, knocking her out immediately.Scar was frozen on the spot.Don Carianno turned around, just remembering he was in the room. "What do you want, Scar?"He glanced at her nervously. "Ghost asked me to keep an eye on her. I..."He closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around Scar's neck. Scar struggled against his grip, but he was too frail to put up a fight. "The only reason I haven't wrangled your neck on the spot is because of Ghost's affection for you." It was bad enough that he planned
"He wouldn't even let me speak to her," his tone was grave. "I stared my uncle in the eye and begged for a cagna (bitch) and he told me no. If I didn't know better I'd have said he was smitten by her too..." He let out an unamused chuckle, "I mean, even Ghost had a taste of her pussy and now he's taken to her like a lap dog with no sense of direction."He turned around sharply, five of his men were in the room with him, their heads bowed, "Don't just stand there like dogs, say something!" he yelled in annoyance."Yes, yes..." they muttered incoherently."Folli! (Fools)" he spat in disgust, "Can you not see the problem?" he barked, "This is the Carianno family, yet a bloody American, a nobody with no identity comes into this family and tries to take my place, an insult to the Carianno's, yet you watch silently." He raked his fingers through his hair, exasperatedly, "You stand there and watch like fools and let my uncle continue to insult our family name," he shook his head in disbelief
"Why was Don all by himself?” Ricardo asked as the family members sat around the large mahogany table.Sergio charged through the doors, his hair tousled as if he had run his fingers through it repeatedly. His eyes were blazing red, and his cheeks were wet with tear stains. “What happened to Don?” he demanded.He was accompanied by his men, who wore genuine looks of surprise. They knew Sergio intended to kill Don Carianno, but they didn’t know how he planned to do it. To find out he had done it with minimal help was surprising.“Sergio, Stai tranquillo (take it easy),” one of the family members urged.“The head of the Carianno family was shot in the head. There was no one with him. This was done by no rival; someone set him up!” Sergio barked.Ricardo Dante cleared his throat. “I think we should take it easy. I understand your anger...”“You don’t understand nothing. My uncle, my family was murdered. He didn’t even get a chance to fire his own gun. They set him up and ambushed him. It
“I can think of no other person, with every right to lead this family, than Sergio Carianno,” Ricardo said.Sergio couldn’t conceal the smile that formed on his lips, “Consigliere, you flatter me...”“Yes,” Moretti chirped in, “You were Don’s nephew, he had no son to succeed him, you’re next in line.”Scar beamed with smiles as they all came to an agreement, he was glowering with pride when he walked up to the chair at the head of the table and sat on it, “To honor Don Carianno’s memory, I’ll bring Ghost’s head before you on this table, I will desecrate his body on the streets of Sicily and even in death I will not show him mercy, I will not show him the mercy he showed Don Carianno...” He outstretched his hand.One of his men walked up to him and handed him a dagger.He took it and cut his hand with it, staring unflinchingly ahead. “I make this promise with my blood, and on my honor as a Carianno, Ghost will pay horribly.”Moretti nodded in agreement. “Every task on hand is suspende
Trigger Warning Her protests grew weaker, and she blinked back the tears that had welled up in her eyes, she didn’t want to cry, despite the amount of pain she was in, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her in pain, “You’re going to have to try harder than that...”He tightened his chokehold, obstructing her airways. Even though she was out of breath, she didn’t show much physical reaction. He slammed her against the car seat, but she didn’t budge.She tried to move, even tried to kick him, but he sat on her legs trapping her underneath. She knew she would have to conserve her energy. It was hopeless trying to fight Sergio. His men were in the limousine, there were trailed by a lot of cars. If she somehow managed the escape him, she would be shot dead the moment she got out. As much as she hated it, her safest bet was with him, thus was the only way Ghost was going to be able to find her. She stopped struggling. As soon as he did, he tore the flimsy dress in two until
Ghost glanced at his phone, a look of worry on his face, he was yet to get any updates from Don Carianno. His texts were unanswered, and his calls were unreturned. It was complete radio silence from the family and it left a bad feeling in his chest. He couldn’t even discuss his fears with Pedro and Romano, aside from the fact that they were Sergio’s men, they were acting off, he couldn’t quite pinpoint it but it had him on edge.He was too engrossed in his phone, he almost didn’t see the man coming at him, he swerved the car sharply, narrowly missing him. The car skidded to a halt, he jumped out of the car and slammed the doors shut. His eyes blazing murderously, when he saw him standing there, he let out an unamused chuckle, “If you had a death wish, you could have said so earlier. I would have been more than happy to indulge you!” he yelled with his hands spread open.“I’m here to talk, Jason!” Ryder yelled back, “I just want to talk, that’s all” he pleaded.Ghost shook his head in
“Holy shit, that’s a wolf!” Pedro exclaimed.“What the fuck?” Romano yelled.“He turned into a fucking wolf, man...” the other men halted in their tracks.Ghost slowly landed on his paws, he looked down at his powerful hands and long sharp claws gripping the earth, he sniffed the air, loving how sharpened his senses were, the strength that coursed through him. He turned around and snarled at the men.Ryder had stopped running and began to run back to catch up with him.Pedro looked at them, “What the fuck, are you looking at? Kill the freak!” he yelled.As the men began firing at him again, he felt that animalistic tendency, rage like he had never known it before, it was like shock waves of electricity coursing through him, his eyes snapped at them, and the bluish-grey eyes of the wolf turned Amber. It was like staring into a ball of fire.“His eyes!” one of the men cried out.“Kill it!” Pedro barked, his eyes were wide with fear. Ghost leaped into the air, the bullets narrowly swishe
Ryder climbed up the remaining stairs leading to the tower, he saw him standing with his back to him, looking over the window, “As soon as I heard you were awake, I rushed down here.”Ghost didn’t respond.Ryder walked up to him and stood beside him, they were overlooking a large grassy plain that led to the woods. They stood in silence for a while before Ryder broke it, “Does this place awaken any memories?”Ghost glanced in his direction, of course, it did. When he had first woken up with a banging headache and a blurry memory of what happened the last few hours. He had felt a strong pull toward the place. Of course, then he didn’t know where it was until he arrived here, “Am I supposed to remember this place?” He asked instead. He smiled, it was a small smile of triumph. He desperately needed Ghost to remember and up until now, he was yet to admit that he remembered anything. This was a small step in the right direction, “We used to come here together as kids, you and I...”Ghost