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THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Maria’s Despair
(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake. The stare of my dad as he breathed his last.I barely left my room, the pressure of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago and deprived me of the joy of becoming a Nun—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverber
Last Updated : 2025-01-12THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Storm Brews
(Maria’s POV)The rain tapped against the tall windows like a warning, steady and insistent. The Vincenzo mansion was quiet, but not in the way that felt comforting. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, like a storm building just beneath the surface.I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the blurred city lights in the distance. My thoughts were tangled, an endless loop of fear, anger, and despair. Dante’s coldness, Pietro’s manipulations, and the growing sense that this house was a cage with no escape—it all pressed down on me.My hand moved absently to my phone on the side table. I hadn’t touched it in days. What was the point? My life had been stripped down to survival. The only people I could contact were either dead or didn’t care to hear from me.Still, I unlocked the screen. Muscle memory led me to an app I hadn’t opened in years, one I used before I had been forced back into this life. As I scrolled through, something stopped me cold.A notification. Elena S
Last Updated : 2025-01-12THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Twin Shadow
(Dante’s POV / Maria’s POV)Dante’s POVThe dreams came more often now, fragments of a life I couldn’t fully remember. They pulled me into the past like shadows creeping through the cracks of my mind, unsettling and relentless.This time, I was in a sunlit field, the kind of place that felt almost too perfect to be real. Laughter filled the air, bright and carefree. Mine, yes—but not just mine.“Carlo, wait up!”The voice was my own, younger and higher-pitched, full of boyish excitement. I was running through tall grass, chasing after a boy who turned just as I reached him. His face was clear now—dark hair, bright eyes, a smile that mirrored my own.“Catch me if you can!” he yelled, darting away.I felt the rush of happiness, the warmth of innocence. But then, like all dreams, it shifted. The colors dimmed, the laughter faded, and the world became darker.The field was gone. We were in a small room now, huddled together as the sound of gunfire erupted outside. Carlo’s hand was in mine
Last Updated : 2025-01-12THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Chapter 1
AUTHORS POV“Carlo! Calogero! Mary! Where are you all at!?” John Wicks’ voice echoed in the Wicks mansion. There was a hide and seek game between one of the richest man in Naples, Italy. He rolled from one point to the other with a white fabric covering his sight. His hands were swinging around like a floss dancer.The kids were chortling and rushing from behind one couch to the other. It was a great sight to behold. You’d agree with me that finding rich families having such family time is rare or better still impossible to see which causes a deficiency in the mental growth of kids.“You can’t see us dad!” Carlo, the youngest twin, whiffed while standing beside the white settee, very close to the packed brown Curtain. Calogero was on the other end with his mom holding his hand with Mary’s too. “I got you!!” Mister Wick snickered and grabbed Carlo from behind. Carlo struggled in his grasped while he tickled him. They were still enjoying the splendid moment when all of a sudden there
Last Updated : 2023-03-07THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Chapter 2
MARIA’S POV“Hi, please I need your help” a stranger's voice spat from behind me. I creeped my hand away from the tin of milk I was about to pick from the ledge in the grocery stall. I met a handsome and stunning man. He had brown curly hair with deep chestnut brown eyes. “Hi” I reciprocated with a smile. His body fitted perfectly in the thick blue shirt and gray pants he wore. “Please I need your help, I don’t know if you can help out” he echoed in his husky baritone voice. “Sure.” “Okay, so the thing is, I have been trying to make Ribollita, but then I just can’t seem to get anything together.” His right hand held his phone as he glided through the screen with his eyes gawking at it. His left hand hung behind his neck, scratching his hair in confusion. “Cooking is just so hard,” he added. I couldn’t hold back my chuckle. His expression was goldenly hysterical. “Okay, I think I can help out with that” I moved closer to him still chortling. “It’s all easy, you just have to know
Last Updated : 2023-03-07THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Chapter 3
MARIA’S POV“I have nothing, I am only a nun!” I shrieked with my eyes blindfolded with a cloak. Sweat leaked over my face. I felt a harsh pain on my wrist as I struggled to break free from the hold of the tie to the chair I was seated on.“Please, please just let me go,” I pleaded.There was almost silence in the room but there were faint footsteps I could still pick out amidst the tranquilly. My words were reverberating so I knew it was an empty and enclosed space.“Here she is boss” a burly voice roamed out of nowhere. I was already filled with trepidation and anxiety. My heart was pummeling the fastest it could. My palms were wet and I was on the verge of tearing up. I only watched kidnapping scenes in movies. Being in that position made my stomach churn. I could hear some soft Italian in the background. I wasn’t so sure how many voices I heard, but I think probably three different voices. “Please don’t harm me” I whimpered in fear with my whole body shivering. My legs itch as we
Last Updated : 2023-03-07THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Chapter 4
MARIA’S POV“Maria Goretti was born on October 16, 1890 Corinaldo, Province of Ancona, Marche, Kingdom of Italy.” I paused and mulled overcon what I was saying. It was time for Spiritual reading and I was the one to take that day. The last day to me taking my perpetual vows. Ironically, Maria Goretti was my name sake and there was more to it obviously. She also died by forceful rape and she was stabbed fourteen times to death. Everyone’s eyes were on me. My whole body was stiff. It was a month now after the grotesque incident. Though I told no one about it. It was too nefarious and stigmatic, so I was better off without telling them.“Maria!”Mother superior's voice sparked my consciousness back to life. I gasped and looked around as everyone peered up at me, waiting for me to continue. My hands were wet. “I’m sorry” I smiled. Yes it was fake, very fake, but it was a smile. Abbess’ gaze directed at me and I knew she felt something was off. I managed to clasp myself together and fin
Last Updated : 2023-03-07THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Chapter 5
MARIA“ Sister Maria Salvatore, after serious deliberation by the Senior Sisters of the order, I’m pitiful to say, but you have been excommunicated from the order of The Most Holy annunciation, on the footings of unchastity and debauchery which has led to you becoming unwantedly up the duff. On that note, you are advised to leave the Convent as soon as possible.” Mother superior's voice boomed. My whole body froze. My legs stiffened and my heart halted pulsing. Sizzling tears filed out from my eyes, flowing freely on my face. My lips quivered tremendously as the words kept resounding over and over in my head. I closed my eyes and pressed out more tears with a heavy sigh. I flipped my eyes open and watched as the four senior sisters of the order who sat lined together with Mother Superior seated in the middle. They all stood up at the same time and walked out of the consultation room. I sniffled and ceased my breath before releasing it furiously with more tears rolling out of my eyes.
Last Updated : 2023-03-07
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(Dante’s POV / Maria’s POV)Dante’s POVThe dreams came more often now, fragments of a life I couldn’t fully remember. They pulled me into the past like shadows creeping through the cracks of my mind, unsettling and relentless.This time, I was in a sunlit field, the kind of place that felt almost too perfect to be real. Laughter filled the air, bright and carefree. Mine, yes—but not just mine.“Carlo, wait up!”The voice was my own, younger and higher-pitched, full of boyish excitement. I was running through tall grass, chasing after a boy who turned just as I reached him. His face was clear now—dark hair, bright eyes, a smile that mirrored my own.“Catch me if you can!” he yelled, darting away.I felt the rush of happiness, the warmth of innocence. But then, like all dreams, it shifted. The colors dimmed, the laughter faded, and the world became darker.The field was gone. We were in a small room now, huddled together as the sound of gunfire erupted outside. Carlo’s hand was in mine
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(Maria’s POV)The rain tapped against the tall windows like a warning, steady and insistent. The Vincenzo mansion was quiet, but not in the way that felt comforting. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, like a storm building just beneath the surface.I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the blurred city lights in the distance. My thoughts were tangled, an endless loop of fear, anger, and despair. Dante’s coldness, Pietro’s manipulations, and the growing sense that this house was a cage with no escape—it all pressed down on me.My hand moved absently to my phone on the side table. I hadn’t touched it in days. What was the point? My life had been stripped down to survival. The only people I could contact were either dead or didn’t care to hear from me.Still, I unlocked the screen. Muscle memory led me to an app I hadn’t opened in years, one I used before I had been forced back into this life. As I scrolled through, something stopped me cold.A notification. Elena S
THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Maria’s Despair
(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake. The stare of my dad as he breathed his last.I barely left my room, the pressure of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago and deprived me of the joy of becoming a Nun—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverber
THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Maria’s Despair
(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake.I barely left my room, the weight of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverberating in my mind.“I was the man who took your innocence.”The first time I left my room was
THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Night of Blood
(Maria’s POV)The dinner had left me on edge, the tension between Dante and my father hanging over us like a looming storm cloud, thick and oppressive. I could feel it in Dante’s grip on my arm as we stood to leave the table—a tightness that spoke volumes. His silence wrapped around me, heavy and suffocating, far more impactful than anything he might have said.The moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold light over the sprawling grounds of my family’s estate. I stared out of the window of Dante’s car as we drove away, the gentle buzz of the engine doing little to calm the dread clawing at my chest. Something was wrong—I could feel it.“Dante,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you planning?”His sharp profile remained stoic, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t answer, and his silence felt like a noose tightening around my neck.The memories came unbidden as we entered the city, each familiar landmark pulling me back to my childhood. I remembered running through th
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(Maria’s POV)It was the night of the dinner and the dining room was a battlefield disguised with crystal chandeliers and white tablecloths. The long table was laden with an opulent feast—roasted meats, golden bread rolls, and the finest wines Italy could offer. Yet, the tension in the air made every bite taste bitter.I sat near the end of the table, the hem of my dress gathered in my hands beneath the tablecloth. Salvatore, my father, occupied the head of the table, his voice booming with his usual bravado. Opposite him, Vincenzo’s stony silence was a sharp contrast, his eyes cold and calculating as he watched every move Salvatore made. It was my own house but I felt so uncomfortable. I was so tensed that my palms were wet.Dante sat beside Vincenzo, his expression a mask of indifference. But I knew better. His fingers tapped the edge of his wine glass, his jaw tightening every time Salvatore opened his mouth.“Naples has always been under Salvatorian influence,” papa declared, lift
THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Revelations and a Warning
(Maria’s POV)The mansion was steeped in a tense atmosphere that penetrated every corner. Conversations were hushed, movements were highly calculated, and the very air felt heavy. After the confrontation with Pietro last night and the wavering chill from Dante’s cold demeanor, I felt trapped in a world of shadows, secrets, and whispers. I couldn't even slept I kept thinking about what was to happen. It was so ironic that the world I had tried so hard to run away from did find its way right back to me.As I wandered aimlessly through the vast halls, my mind replayed Pietro’s cryptic words alongside Dante’s relentless accusations. When I passed by Dante’s study, I could hear voices drifting through the partially open door.“Dinner isn’t about formalities” Dante’s voice was sharp and authoritative. “This meeting has to send a message—to both allies and enemies.”“Understood,” Vincenzo replied, his tone subdued and weary, as if he had seen too much. “But you’re walking a dangerous line, D
THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Pietro’s Manipulation
(Maria’s POV)The sunlight streaming through the tall windows of the mansion did little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. The tension from the previous night lingered, wrapping itself around me like a suffocating shroud. Dante’s announcement still echoed in my mind—two days until we visited my family. I didn’t need to ask why; the dark promise in his tone told me everything I feared.I stood in the library, absently running my fingers along the spines of the dusty books, trying to gather my thoughts. The sound of approaching footsteps made my heart skip a beat. I turned, expecting to see Dante, but instead, Pietro appeared in the doorway, his sharp, angular features lit with a sly smile.“Ah, Maria,” he said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. “Hiding away already? I thought my brother kept you on a tighter leash.”His words carried a teasing lilt, but his eyes betrayed something deeper, something darker. I stiffened, stepping back instinctively as he appr
THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Dante’s Ruthless Decision
(Maria’s POV)“Wear it.”Dante’s voice sliced through the heavy silence, cold and commanding and snapped me back to reality, pulling me from the crazy and wild imagination I was in. The crimson dress he had handed me lay across the bed like spilled blood. My fingers trembled as I touched the smooth fabric, its luxurious softness feeling like a trap. I lifted my eyes gently to meet his piercing eyes, but they offered no mercy, no explanation—just a silent demand.“I… I don’t think—” I began, but the sharp narrowing of his eyes silenced me.“Don’t make me repeat myself, Maria,” he growled, his tone laced with enough menace to make my heart skip. “You have two minutes. If you’re not dressed by then, I’ll make the decision for you.”He turned on his heel and strode out, his footsteps echoing like a death knell. I stared at the door he had slammed shut behind him, my body trembling with the weight of his control.The dress clung to my skin like an accusation, its deep red color making my p
