Sia woke up from a coma after seven months, only to discover that she was the only sister of a Mafia overlord. Due to amnesia, she didn't recall all of her memories, but one thing she couldn't forget was how her father was murdered on her birthday by their enemies. This memory plagued her with nightmares every night, terrifying her. Driven by the desire for revenge, she believed that avenging her father's death might free her from the darkness that engulfed her. Thus, she embarked on a quest for vengeance. However, she was unaware that the four men she killed were not the ones responsible for her father's murder; they were merely pawns. In the underworld, everyone knew the name of the true culprit, but no one knew what he looked like, making it extremely difficult for Sia to find someone who existed only by name. One day, however, he appeared in her apartment like a ghost. He looked at her and said, "Aren't you looking for me? I'm here now, Little vermin.’ ‘Who the hell are you?’ With a sly smirk lingering on his face, he answered. ‘I’m your sweet nightmare, Little vermin. I give both sweet and lethal nightmares your experience every night.’
View MoreCarlos and I needed to talk.I waited for thirty minutes, hoping that cold son of a bitch would come downstairs and explain what puzzled me, but he left me to stew over our unfinished conversation. I was furious.“Take this medicine. It should alleviate the pain.” Rosetta extended a small white container from the first aid box.I opened the container. “How many pills?” I didn’t wait for an answer before taking out two pills and shoving them into my mouth. I crushed each pill with rage and swallowed hard.“Stop, Sia. One pill is enough—” She shouted, her voice tinged with concern.I didn’t care to respond. She ground her teeth, disappointment clear on her face, before rising to her feet.“I’m in so much pain. I need something to get rid of this awful sensation.”Rosetta, probably in her late forties, was like a mother to every man here. She always showed concern whenever anyone got hurt.“You’ll be fine.”Guilt washed over me like cold water as I thought about Pedro again. “Pedro died
“Fuck you!” I spat, my rage evident as I hit him right in the face.Pedro had warned me about Ray's ruthlessness, but I hadn’t expected him to be this ruthless. He should have taken me instead.Pedro was innocent, and now he was dead because of me. It was my fucking fault. Regret swirled through me, and the urge to cry was hard to suppress.Every ounce of revenge I craved felt like an impossible mission now that I was about to breathe my last breath. For once ever since I regained from a coma, I regretted not ever listening to him. Carlos was damn right. ‘You can't do anything when you're like this, Sia.’ So pathetic.One of his men stomped over when he saw what I did to their boss’s face, however, Ray gesticulated to him with the motion of his hand. “I thought you'd be happy to reunite with your friend.” I struggled with him but it was futile. He pulled my hair, making me groan. “That’s not a fucking reunion. You killed Pedro!” I clenched my jaw so hard that I felt the pain.A sly s
‘This place isn't for someone like you, Milaya. You'll lose your fucking mind if you go inside.’ The warning echoed ominously in my mind. I'd heard that statement many times from Pedro. Ten times tonight if I'd not lost counting, yet he couldn't kick me out of his Red House. Perhaps he was too afraid of what might happen if I reported him to my brother, Carlos. It wouldn't be a child’s play. Maybe he'd lose an eye or two for defying me. That would be a price to pay for defying the Mafia overlord's sister.My eyes scrutinized the fitting room, searching for his figure. There were many exhibitionists and strippers, both males and females in the room. Their bodies were barely covered with the leather lingerie they were wearing. If not because of the situation, I wouldn't have stepped a foot into the Red House knowing what being here would cost me—everything. This place was where you called hell. A sweet hunting ground. All dirty work was done at a place like this, mobsters, gangsters,
‘This place isn't for someone like you, Milaya. You'll lose your fucking mind if you go inside.’ The warning echoed ominously in my mind. I'd heard that statement many times from Pedro. Ten times tonight if I'd not lost counting, yet he couldn't kick me out of his Red House. Perhaps he was too afraid of what might happen if I reported him to my brother, Carlos. It wouldn't be a child’s play. Maybe he'd lose an eye or two for defying me. That would be a price to pay for defying the Mafia overlord's sister.My eyes scrutinized the fitting room, searching for his figure. There were many exhibitionists and strippers, both males and females in the room. Their bodies were barely covered with the leather lingerie they were wearing. If not because of the situation, I wouldn't have stepped a foot into the Red House knowing what being here would cost me—everything. This place was where you called hell. A sweet hunting ground. All dirty work was done at a place like this, mobsters, gangsters,...
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