The flu he was coming down with wasn't going to stop him. The rage was the cure. This rage would take them down and make his boss proud.
Fucking idiots, Seth thought, Inviting five other mafias for a ceremony and thinking any amount of security would protect them. He waited for his men to take a position.
He knew he had them when he heard the news of the ceremony where Gregory Don II was going to be made head of the Marchetti Mafia. He wanted to get them at the funeral when they laid the old Don to rest, but it was too open. It was a sad gathering and everyone was alert.
On the other hand, this was a happy ceremony where they sat a new mafia head, the irony made him laugh. A happy ceremony for a sick sad man. Everyone knew Gregory was a sadist whether because he knew h
The man on the stage, tucked a hand inside his pocket while the other held a flute of champagne. He was so Italian like most of the men and women in Gregory's cartel, at least the ones she'd seen. "Everyone knows why we're here. It's the official seating of Gregory Don II of the Marchetti mafia," the man announced and everyone except Elena and the man in question cheered. "I'm his second in command as most of you know. Leo Marchetti (speaks Italian)" The people cheered and his short speech continued for a bit before he called for Gregory to address the crowd.He went up to address the crowd, he sounded like a boss—a no-nonsense boss, but she still heard the vileness in his voice.
Hey, this book has been on hold for a while. I hate that I kept the story away from my readers. As much as I'm excited to let the world see this book, it became depressing for me that the reads and votes for this book never moved forward, even when my editor claimed to have promoted it—which I highly doubt. As a result of this, I'm unsure whether I'll continue this book on here or any other book at all. I'll let y'all know. Xxxx xxxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx
Elena stood startled at the man who had been blackmailing her for over 5 months. He had been blackmailing her with just threats of knowing her secret in exchange that she dropped the business deal she had just finalized.
The hot heavy summer breeze on a Monday morning was the first greeting Elena got coming out of her house. Lagos they said was the city of opportunities and the summer season did nothing to stop or reduce its bubbly runs of bodies brushing and past each other, not even stopping to give as much as a glance.The bodies belonging to workers of every sort, rushing down the alley to get to their works, students either bouncing with joy to be back to school again or the ones that cat walked, dragging their
I know what you did.The bold typed words were staring back at her from the screen of her laptop as they have been in the last five minutes. She hadn't moved since she opened the email from an unknown address.I know what you did.
The email was from the same address, '7ight'. It readNice outfit.He had seen her. How? Where?Was he the
Gregory had watched her that evening. That evening she did the dreadful. It had brought his twisted mind so much joy to see such a fragile thing take a life.He had been in his one room apartment in an old almost deserted house when the fragile girl that drove so recklessly, causing practically all the dust to rise up, had caught his attention. He had wondered what had her so pissed and hurried. He'd watched her countering with a man that should be in his fifties, and what ever argument they had looked heated.When the man had walked up to her and she had skated away from him, he'd smiled knowing he wouldn't stop watching, even if the man had raped her. He was going to watch it all with his camera, and his demented self would get hard from the sight. He'd continued watching as the man snarled his teeth at
At the end of that week, on Saturday specifically, she stood in front of the mirror, nervously smothering the side of her black dress even though it wasn't rumpled. She had dressed up prettily in a black dress and packed her hair into a bun as the note in the parcel had instructed.Dinner at 8 on Saturday. At the new fast food just outside your estate. Sure you know the name, can't miss it. And dress pretty for me in a black dress, with your hair up, amore. —The note read.As she made her way to Chop taste, the fast-food he had instructed she met him, she stopped for a bit to send a text to Anna, telling her where she was headed... she did that just in case that was the last they saw of her. At least they could trail links to find her dead body and bury it. Not that she'd deserve a burial.
Hey, this book has been on hold for a while. I hate that I kept the story away from my readers. As much as I'm excited to let the world see this book, it became depressing for me that the reads and votes for this book never moved forward, even when my editor claimed to have promoted it—which I highly doubt. As a result of this, I'm unsure whether I'll continue this book on here or any other book at all. I'll let y'all know. Xxxx xxxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx
The man on the stage, tucked a hand inside his pocket while the other held a flute of champagne. He was so Italian like most of the men and women in Gregory's cartel, at least the ones she'd seen. "Everyone knows why we're here. It's the official seating of Gregory Don II of the Marchetti mafia," the man announced and everyone except Elena and the man in question cheered. "I'm his second in command as most of you know. Leo Marchetti (speaks Italian)" The people cheered and his short speech continued for a bit before he called for Gregory to address the crowd.He went up to address the crowd, he sounded like a boss—a no-nonsense boss, but she still heard the vileness in his voice.
The flu he was coming down with wasn't going to stop him. The rage was the cure. This rage would take them down and make his boss proud. Fucking idiots, Seth thought, Inviting five other mafias for a ceremony and thinking any amount of security would protect them. He waited for his men to take a position.He knew he had them when he heard the news of the ceremony where Gregory Don II was going to be made head of the Marchetti Mafia. He wanted to get them at the funeral when they laid the old Don to rest, but it was too open. It was a sad gathering and everyone was alert.On the other hand, this was a happy ceremony where they sat a new mafia head, the irony made him laugh. A happy ceremony for a sick sad man. Everyone knew Gregory was a sadist whether because he knew h
When she still didn’t answer, the door opened to reveal Thomas ushering two women in. He looked at her in acknowledgment. Nodding, his lips placed in a tight line and for the first time, Elena noticed his good looks. He couldn’t have been over his middle twenties, with tanned skin and black hair that shone. "Miss. I’m sorry for barging in, but you wouldn’t answer. Mai and Liyah are here to help you get dressed. Excuse me," the last part was muttered before he went out, closing the door behind him. "Hey, I’m Mia," the brunette introduced."And I’m Liyah," the redhead placed her hands on her chest and they looked too naïved to Elena. "We’ve wor
The exhaustion that came from fussing with the contents in the Manila envelope had been more than enough to drain Elena to the point that she’d dozed off without knowing. Before slumber had consumed her, she’d weighed all her options of survival, chances of escaping, and opportunities to end the life of her abductor. She wanted an end to her misery and something told her she had only just started to live in it. In her sleep, she’d had dreams—what she’d prefer to call nightmares— of Gregory. At first, it was her in that old building, Luis forcing himself on her as she roared cries. And then she was no longer in the old building, she was on Gregory’s bed and Gregory replaced Luis. What irritated her even in the dream, was that her roars of cries were replaced, with moa
Looking at her from the corner of his eyes as he drove, he smiled at the smug look she had on. No doubt he loved her as she was his mate, but he also liked her. At the funeral, she didn’t even try to feign sympathy and he admired that.It baffled him how naive and scared she was about his blackmail. Was she so scared of having the world know she killed a man in what was self-defense that she’d succumbed to blackmail without any evidence of what he’d seen? Then he remembered he didn’t blackmail her to come halfway across the world with him, he forced her here, for her safety but it still wastes her choice.Gregory thought it was amusing how she hadn’t even known what he had against her. The evidence still laid under the bed where she slept every day since she arrived in Italy. He kept it there for the fun of what it was, her laying on what her
The hot breeze matched his mood, unwanted. He hated been in a mood like he was in. He hated failing. He hated not doing what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it and he’d wanted to take down this woman. So bad.He’d had to come to ruin what he had right there. Him. The runaway son had to snatch what had already been given to him on a platter of gold. He foolishly saved his woman then ran away, okay. So what?It was okay, Seth told himself. He’d rise again."I’d find his puta again," he said to himself. "And when I do, nothing would save her from me. I’d devour her and not even the lion of a boy would save her."He looked down at his phone where he just got off from talking with his boss. He was angry, very angry. He’d called him all sorts of names and he kept quiet loy
Minutes after he was gone and she took a shower then dressed in a blue mid-thigh length short and a black polo —which a caramel-skinned woman had brought and that surprisingly fitted her.She sat on the bed, tired and at the same time irritated. Laying in the same bed the psycho was the last thing she needed. It was his bed. No, as inviting as it was, she didn’t so lay on it.But she knew she’d have to. After all the clothes she’d on was probably one of his companions or sisters. Everything boiled down to him, he was the reason she was in this in the first place.The knock came when her lids had already started to fall. Startled, she sprung up to her feet as the door opened, relaxing a bit when his redhead sister appeared."Hey, I was wondering if you were hung
He watched as his sisters and mother fawned over her after he'd told them she's his woman. When he'd seen she wanted to argue, he tapped the pistol he always had in his belt hook and she'd managed a small smile. They rushed to her asking her name, what country she was from, what language she spoke. His mum hadn't been easy to convince. She'd called him to the side while the girls led his woman into the house, but he'd always thought he was good in putting up an act when it involved Rebecca, his mum. Not today, he'd seen that, heard that when she asked what he'd done to the poor girl. He covered it with anger, telling her to let it go, then he walked inside. "Where is pops?" Gregory finally