The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose

The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose

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Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle from the table. “I thought you’d prefer the gentle way. Guess I was wrong.” His words cut through me like a knife. He crouched down in front of me, cupping my chin with his cold, cruel hands. His fingers dug into my skin, forcing my mouth open, and I gasped in horror as he tilted the bottle. The liquid slid down my throat, burning, choking. My body convulsed in protest, but I couldn’t stop him. The poison — Deadly Nightshade. I had used it before. And now I was forced to take it. A year to live. His smirk deepened as he let go of me, watching with sadistic pleasure as I gagged, my hands flying to my mouth. Tears stung my eyes. The bitter, metallic taste of death filled my mouth, and I could do nothing but cry. My vision blurred as the poison coursed through me, but I couldn’t let go of my rage. Francesco’s voice was low, almost gentle, as he spoke the words that felt like a death sentence. “Sometimes, the person you once loved may end up killing you,” he said, the twisted satisfaction in his voice unmistakable. ~~~~~ But surrender is never simple in a game of power, revenge, and dangerous desire. Because this man doesn’t just want to own her — he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash. And the most terrifying part? Find out!

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Chapter 1

1 ~ A Rose Raised In Ruin

Brinda's POV

“…That’s it. There’s nothing more I can do.” Dr. McMasters’ voice was calm—too calm—like the words didn’t just tear through the last thread of my sanity.

My vision blurred, not from tears—those had long dried up—but from the sheer weight of his finality.

It felt like he had just sealed my fate.

Have you ever been in a situation where it feels like everything you’ve ever known—everything you’ve ever loved—is slipping away right before your eyes?

Have you ever had a near-death experience so real, so raw, that you looked up and asked the heavens why you were still here?

Have you ever searched for answers or for a way out of the storm in your soul—only to find silence?

That… is life.

That… is fate.

Yours can never be mine, and mine can never be yours—not even if we share the same blood. Not even if we were born on the same day.

No matter how hard we try, fate always takes its course—leading us either to destruction or to salvation.

The truth can be buried in the darkest grave. Flesh can burn in the cruelest of flames. But reality… reality always rises. And when it does, it comes to collect.

“You need to start looking for the money, Brinda. There's nothing much the hospital can do.” He said, his voice dropping drastically. I watched closely enough to see that he couldn't stop the tears that he was trying so hard to control. 

“Please… I have no one. Who will I turn to?” I asked him, my voice gentle. 

“I can't help you. You've just worked with us for a month. Your salary can't cover it nor can the hospital cover your expenses. You have to find a way to save your mother yourself.”

The room fell dead as he threw his words at me before he staggered into his personal bathroom while I gripped the hem of my scrub. 

My knees buckled as the door shut behind him. I stood there, caught in a silence so thick it choked me. My thoughts spiraled—how do you process the kind of news that rips your soul from your body?

I pressed my back against the cold wall, willing myself to breathe. My mother... The one person I had left in this world. And now…

She has just been diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. A condition so cruel, it crushes your lungs while you’re still alive. And she needs surgery. Seventy-two hours. That’s all I’ve been given.

A month ago, I started working in Greenfield hospital after my graduation from college. I was hoping to receive my salary then go on some shopping spree with my mother but that was a dream that would never come true. 

Earlier today, I ended my shift and bought some food on my way home. Stepping into the living room, I met my mother coughing and holding on tight to her chest at the same time. 

I had to rush her to the hospital here only to be told she has COPD. 

And whose fault is it? 

Mine! 

I had not paid much attention to her for the past few days. I have been so preoccupied with work that I barely had time to focus on her though I noticed that she had lost some weight. 

With no family, no friends, no accomplice, I picked up my phone and headed to the ward where my mother was laid but when I got to the entrance, I couldn't enter. The tears that had dried up inside me began to flow out and I covered my mouth to stop me from shouting before I stormed out of the hospital. 

Everything is coming to an end…

My breath quickened as I ran further from the hospital building. I headed towards the main road at full speed and when I was about to cross the road, a familiar hand pulled me back. 

I bit his hand, instructing him to leave me alone and let me do what I had in mind but he wouldn't. He just remained calm as usual while I dug my teeth into his flesh. 

“It's okay. Bite me as much as you can.” Peter whispered his soft manly voice into my ears. 

I let out a sigh as I got my sanity back. I pushed back from his body before I covered my mouth with my hands while I stepped backward. 

“I'm sorry.”

That was all I could say before I darted towards the main road again but he pulled me back into his warm arms. 

“It will be fine.” He muttered, his voice soothing like that of a baby just learning how to speak. 

I almost lost a footing but he was able to grab me and carry me in his arms to the nearby roadside eatery. We sat in the dimly lit room before I started to sneeze. He offered me a handkerchief. 

“I know you must be devastated with the news. But it's not the end, Brinda.” He wrapped his hands around mine as he crouched down beside me. “You have to live well.”

“I can't let her die.” I teared up again. 

“She may not be your biological mother, but she’s the one who raised you. She picked you up from a junkyard when no one else would. She ran with you, hid you, and sacrificed everything for you.”

Peter’s eyes held mine, unwavering. “She didn’t just try her best, Brinda… she became your mother. Through every tear, every scar, every struggle… she made you hers. And if you want her to survive, then you must live to find a solution, right?” 

I nodded my head in response. 

“And we will find the solution together. How much time do we have left?” He asked, sniffing. 

“Seventy two hours,” I retorted. 

His face went pale instantly though, he tried to hide it but he has always been a bad liar. He can't lie. He doesn't know how to. 

“We will find a way out.” 

I watched him move away from my side while I gulped down some water. He raised his phone to his ear, dialing some numbers. 

After some minutes, I saw him stomp his feet on the ground in disappointment. He raised his phone up in the air and he was about to smash it on the floor when I shouted his name. 

Hearing that, he stilled. 

I got to where he was and placed my hand on his shoulder, “I can't watch you grieve like this because of me. It's not worth it. I'm not worth it.”

“You are the one grieving,” tears rolled down his cheeks. “And it's worth it. Is our love not strong enough? Your mother, Sarah, took me as her child. How can I leave you in such a critical time like this? How can I let her die?” 

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes simultaneously. “I will find the money. I will be right back. Please, make sure you keep an eye on my mother” 

“Where will you go? What will you do? How will you get the money?”He grabbed my arm. 

Where do I tell him? No. I can't. Some secrets are better off kept. There is only one solution now and that will be what I will follow. After all, living in this world feels meaningless…

“To the place it all started.”

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This is definitely a page turner!! I love how the author portrayed the character’s emotions all through. Especially Brinda
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75 Chapters
1 ~ A Rose Raised In Ruin
Brinda's POV“…That’s it. There’s nothing more I can do.” Dr. McMasters’ voice was calm—too calm—like the words didn’t just tear through the last thread of my sanity.My vision blurred, not from tears—those had long dried up—but from the sheer weight of his finality.It felt like he had just sealed my fate.Have you ever been in a situation where it feels like everything you’ve ever known—everything you’ve ever loved—is slipping away right before your eyes?Have you ever had a near-death experience so real, so raw, that you looked up and asked the heavens why you were still here?Have you ever searched for answers or for a way out of the storm in your soul—only to find silence?That… is life.That… is fate.Yours can never be mine, and mine can never be yours—not even if we share the same blood. Not even if we were born on the same day.No matter how hard we try, fate always takes its course—leading us either to destruction or to salvation.The truth can be buried in the darkest grave.
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2 ~ Eyes Full Of Fury
Brinda's POV The city lights blurred past the taxi window like fading memories I didn’t want to remember. My fingers tapped against my thighs, restless, my breath shallow. Each turn of the tires brought me closer to a place I had buried—the club. The place I had once called survival. The place I had promised never to return to.But desperation doesn’t ask for permission. It just drags you by the throat.My stomach twisted, a cocktail of shame and dread. My heart pounded against my ribs, not in fear, but in a sick rhythm of remembrance—The music, the smoke, and the hands that reached for me in the dark. I had walked away from all of it. Yet here I was, willingly crawling back. Not for myself but for the woman who gave everything for me to have a better life.But I couldn’t stop the way my hands trembled, how every breath felt like glass scraping my lungs. I wasn’t just heading to a club—I was walking into my past, into every piece of myself I swore I would outgrow.And I was scared t
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3 ~ The Beginning Of My Ruin
Brinda's POV I didn’t know how I got back to the hospital. One moment, I was leaving that hellhole with tears rolling out of my eyes to my cheeks, and the next, Peter was gently shaking me awake. I yawned effortlessly as the sun rays radiated on my skin. “It's morning.”Morning?How the fuck is it morning already? Why had I not confronted Donald? Why was I crying out of the club like a fool? What the hell happened immediately I stepped out of that club? I grabbed my head, trying to see if I could remember anything.Peter crouched down beside me. I heaved a sigh of relief before I hugged him tightly for some minutes. His sweet saint reeked my nose. He also rubbed my back gently. “You went back there, didn't you?” He asked, his voice calm. He released his body from mine and gave me a sad smile. I swallowed hard, my heart beating faster. He could see through me, and it wasn’t hard for him to guess what I had done. Wait.. don't tell me… “I brought you back here. There's no need to l
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4 ~ The Cut That Made Me Bleed
Brinda's POV The weight of yesterday’s trauma pressed heavily on me. My mother had been thrown out of the hospital, and I was left with nothing but remnants that could ruin me. The little money I saw in my locker at the club was gone. All the people who promised Peter some money had refused to give him. And the balance from my salary had been paid to the hospital which can't be reversed anymore. At that moment, I sealed my fate. It is finished. Amidst that, Peter's cold hands wrapped around me from behind, my skin froze but his hot breath melted the cold away quickly. “Don't worry. We will save her.” “What will you do?” I asked, my voice calm. “Will you trade your life for hers? There's barely twelve hours left. What miracle can happen?” “I understand this is taking a toll on you but we will have to keep trying. As long as there is life, we can't lose hope until the last minute.” Peter's words gave me some encouragement and I understood that we would have to keep on trying till
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5 ~ Dead Bloom: Her Ruin, Her Rise
Brinda's POV “The Black Rose… The most wanted spy and criminal in New York City. The one who had executed over a hundred assassinations in three years. Who hasn't heard of the Black Rose? As for me knowing that you are Black Rose, you shouldn't be surprised. Did you forget how we were? I simply went through your things but… I kept it a secret.”“You're a cheater. And why was the need to kill Peter?” I demanded as color drained out of my face. “All cheaters should die.” He said acerbically. “Put that aside. All I need you for is to help me find my father's killer, retrieve the crypt key to open the Black Book, and sideline my opponents in the Mafia…”“Mafia? What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” “I am trying to be nice to you because of our past. Don't take advantage of it and look me in the eye while I'm talking.” He growled and pulled my head downward. “In return, I promise to save your mother.”When I realized I had just few hours left, I made up my mind but I won't do the
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6 ~ Wrong Decision
Brinda Feeling a series of hard rhythmic taps on my cheeks and Francesco's deep male voice that instructed, “Wake up,” I struggled before my eyes flipped open after some seconds. “I wonder how someone could be this useless. You've had enough sleep. Time to work, damsel.” My body jerked forward, my arms flew in the air and my hair came falling covering my face in the process. I tapped my forehead for some time then I raised my head only to meet Francesco with a smirking expression. All what he did yesterday came running in my head. I just wanted to stand and point a gun at his head but who am I? A suppressed lady with no choice. The only way I can free myself from him is to achieve his goals then also help him to bury the secrets he intends to. Hold on! What are his secrets? That's exactly where I'm supposed to start thinking from. Francesco wants me to work for him but I don't know the type of errands I will be running for him. “Are you deaf or are you trying to let me yell on
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7 ~ Fire To The Rain
Brinda Stepping into the expansive living room of the mansion, my breath hitched. The space oozed luxury — everything in sight screamed money, from the opulent furniture to the gleaming marble floors. A part of me couldn’t help but envy the grandeur of this place. What would it have been like to live here? I wondered bitterly.I cursed my parents under my breath, the frustration of my past life bubbling up once again. But before I could dive deeper into those thoughts, I heard noises coming from upstairs. Curiosity pricked at my senses, urging me to find the source.I hurried up the staircase, following the sounds, and soon I found myself standing outside a door that creaked open, revealing a scene that made my stomach twist. Inside, a man with a bulging belly knelt close to a plush chair, surrounded by three women — prostitutes by the look of them — also kneeling on the floor.Francesco stood by the door, flanked by his men, his presence as commanding as ever. His gaze was sharp,
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8 ~ Fire To The Rain II
Brinda"The mission was smooth, Boss." Bullet's voice was flat, yet her eyes glinted with an edge that made me wonder just how much of her soul was buried under the mask she wore.Francesco’s gaze didn’t leave her, his eyes cold and calculating. “And you ensured all the evidence was cleared?" he asked again. The tension in the air was palpable. Bullet didn’t respond verbally, but I could feel the answer in the silence. She nodded.Francesco's grip on my hand tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as I fought to free myself. “Whether you want it or not, Bullet is your partner now. She’ll be by your side on all operations. Your mission begins once we touch down in New York.” His words were sharp, as though he’d already decided my fate.I pretended not to hear him, staring out the jet window, the cold wind biting at my resolve. The minutes dragged on, stretching into what felt like hours. I was trapped. There was no escaping the web Francesco had spun around me.Soon, we were at th
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9 ~ Fire To The Rain III
Brinda As we stealthily made our way into Fernandez's hideout, we slaughtered his men to clear our way into the underground apartment. When we finally reached the tunnel to the underground, Bullet instructed me to be very cautious as more secrets would be revealed. I braced myself for whatever is to come.We faced the apartment, four guards were there. Their eyes clearly opened to catch every glimpse of unclear activities. Without wasting time, knowing we can't go round them, Bullet and I sprung into action. The men, alerted by our hideous presence, brought out their guns but we prevented them from using it as we all battled to gain the upper hand. I knocked one of them out when he tried to stab Bullet from behind while I punched another in the nose. I was less worried if he had a broken nose or not. Bullet's words were already at play as I sought only for survival. The guard with a broken nose held onto his nose for a while before he attempted to escape into the apartment. I went
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10 ~ Fire To The Rain IIII
Brinda Francesco pushed me till my back hit the wall behind and I whimpered as I tried to free my neck from his firm hold. “I was just…” My voice trailed off as tears clogged my eyes. Not because of the pain Francesco is inflicting on me but because of Peter's betrayal. Why? Why did Peter do that? He was alive yet he did not bother to tell me. He survived falling off the cliff but he is planning to kill me. Why had I fallen in love with such a man?Mafia? Yes, mafia. How did Peter turn out to be Marshall? How come he is the don of the Fernandez's family? What was his connection to the Mafia world when we were together? Was his love and everything we shared all a lie?“You were just what?” Francesco questioned. “You couldn't accomplish a simple task. And for what? Just because of your stupid ex-lover. I hate it when you cry for other men.” His voice came out yelling and he squeezed my neck more. I tugged at his arm for some time before I finally broke free. I kicked him hard on t
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