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The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 43 ~ Ronald's Secret Assets II
Francesco “How could you do this to me?” That was the thought that crossed my mind when my father's brother told us that my father had given sixty percent of his shares to a fucking Motherless Babies Home. My jaw dropped, leaving my mouth hanging open in stunned silence. My eyes were like saucers, frozen in a permanent state of horror. I have just been rendered speechless completely, my mind reeling with the implications of what my father had done. He betrayed me. How can I even say that he betrayed me? I am not his biological son. I am just an adopted stranger who was brought into the family overnight.Why should I have thought he would care about me? I am just here to do his dirty work, right? No wonder he only gave me his empire and forty percent of his shares. What a cruel man. “Your father also was responsible for the death of Marshall's father, the head of the Fernandez family.” Joshua said with a sly smile on his face. If there was anyone who would be much happier wit
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 44 ~ Welcome To The Dark Room
Brinda My slippers slapped against the marbled floor as I made my way to Francesco's bedroom. My heart wouldn't stop beating while the tray in my hand wouldn't stop shaking as well. I know Francesco is in a state of rage but I can't bear not to give him the newly grinded bottle in powder form to him. His father's actions had already paved a way for me. All I have to do is invite him to dine with the Angel and boom, his death. As I approached the door, my heart beat faster as I wondered if Francesco would open the door or not, especially with the music that was blaring from his bedroom at midnight.I was about to tap on the door when the door flung open. Francesco melted into my arms, almost knocking off the tray in my hand but I held it firmly. This is the only way for me to leave his house. We will both meet in the afterlife. He has given me The Deadly Nightshade already, what should stop me from opening the gate of hell for him? Karma! Like he said he said to me when we first
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 45 ~ You Are Mine To Stay With Forever
BrindaEvery step Francesco took towards me made my heartbeat increase but I composed myself and remained seated on the floor. When he reached where I sat, he cupped my chin with his right hand. “My body is candy that you can't resist. If not, you would not have looked at me till your face got red.” Speaking of getting caught red-handed.“What the fuck are you saying?” I asked him trying to play innocent but he dragged me up gently. His hands wrapped around my waist then he pulled me in closer to his body, his breath brushing past my face repeatedly while he stared into my eyes. If it was five years ago, I would have felt something but not anymore. I can feel nothing but unease while being in his arms. His eyes did not leave mine while he stared into it — Evil, cruel and intense with no good intention.“Damsel, why did you allow Joshua to touch you earlier?” He questioned. I rolled my ears before I chuckled, “He is nice. And of course, he's cool. And with the way I saw him…” I lef
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 46 ~ Resistance Is Futile, You Must Surrender To Me
Brinda I dived my tongue deeper into Francesco's mouth and he seemed to enjoy it as he devoured my tongue rapidly. His hands went straight to my left breast. The heat from his body was intoxicating.What are you doing, Brinda?What my mind is telling me to do obviously. Should I stop?Francesco pressed my breast and I let out a low moan before I shut my eyes and let his control take over my body. I rubbed his back down before I tugged at his bathing suit, only wanting him to take it off his body. He broke the kiss — breathing heavily — stared into my eyes and pulled me up, my ass on the divan. A devilish smile played across his lips before he claimed my lips again. I clenched my fist slowly before I threw my hands across his back. I struggled to lose his bathing suit as I already felt his manhood rising. He stopped kissing me and groaned while he threw his head backward. Now that it has come to this, I guess there is no going back. It's either me or him. One of us has to play the
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 47 ~ Await My Return, Bastard
The violent release of gun shots rented the air along the thick forest that leads to the main road just a few kilometres from the Dante’s mansion. The route has always been where the Dante's used to transport their illegal hard drug business since they moved to New York.Scar, Marshall's right hand man, moved swiftly like an agile predator, his assault relentless on Francesco's men. He slaughtered their throats and paved his way to the truck in the middle. Lightning flashed above and thunder struck, hinting at the impending rain which would come with a violent storm. The air was thick with the stench of gun oil, sweat, and something metallic — blood.Five men faced off, their bodies tense, their weapons glinting under the sickly glow of the moon.A broad-shouldered man with a jagged scar running from his temple to his jaw, held a serrated knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. Across from him, another man adjusted his grip on a pump-action shotgun, the barrel swinging between
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 48 ~ Kill My Sins
BrindaThe rain lashed against the pavement, a relentless drumbeat against my skin as I pulled Francesco out of Marshall’s company building. He resisted at first, his feet dragging against the wet ground, but I didn’t stop. If we stayed a second longer, Marshall would have finished what he started.Francesco wrenched free from my grasp. His eyes, wild with fury, locked onto mine.“What the fuck have you just done?” He roared, his voice raw, rainwater dripping from his hair, sliding over his lips.I shivered, whether from the cold or his rage, I wasn’t sure. “Francesco, he could have killed you! You know what Marshall is capable of…”“And who are you?” His laugh was sharp, bitter. “Just a slutty woman playing hero?”The words hit like a knife. But I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “Francesco, my dignity as a woman lies in my body. And I only give it to those who deserve it.”His gaze darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I should have known. You’re a snake that can’t be trust
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 49 ~ Hate, Resentment And Desperation
With Brinda in his arms, Francesco stepped into the grand entrance of the Dante Mansion. Rainwater dripped from their soaked clothes, forming a small puddle beneath his boots. The dim chandelier lights reflected off the marble floors, casting eerie shadows on the walls.Brinda coughed, her body trembling slightly against his chest. As Francesco strode deeper into the mansion, she shifted slightly. “Francesco… put me down. Your mother will…”“Don’t worry about her,” he cut in, his voice firm.She sighed but didn’t protest further, her fingers tightening around his damp shirt as he carried her up the stairs.A sharp intake of breath came from one of Francesco's men. He was tending to Guerrero’s reopened bleeding wound in the corner of the living room.“Should I prepare some warm water for you?”Francesco’s lips twitched into a small smile which is something rare. “Yes, please.”Brinda remained silent, keeping her hold on his shoulder while he climbed the stairs with careful precision, a
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 50 ~ In Death And In Life
BrindaI paced up and down in Francesco's room. Despite the fact that the air conditioner was working perfectly well, sweat still glistened on my face and neck. “Will you keep pacing up and down?” Francesco asked before he sipped some wine. I ignored him, my left hand to my jaw while my index finger tapped my cheek gently. Francesco lit up the cigarette in his right hand, his eyes fixed on me. “Can't you take your eyes off me?” I questioned, throwing my hands in the air. He rolled his eyes sarcastically, “Really?” He arched an eyebrow. “You are not that beautiful for me not to take my eyes off you.”“Seriously? What is going on?” I ranted before I sat opposite him. “Thus far, from my investigations, I have also met a deadend just like your mother told me a few minutes ago. Who killed your father?” “I don't know. I'm lost, just as you are.” He replied.“In that case, why haven't you told me to find out who killed him?” I asked, which after I folded my hands.“We are on it. Aren't w
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The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 59 ~ Powerhouse Of The Underworld
Marshall’s eyes darted around the dimly lit room, tension crackling in the air like electricity.“I still don’t understand why you’re taking all this so lightly,” he hissed, gripping the armrest of the leather chair. “Francesco is smart. Too smart. Do you really think he hasn’t figured out that we are working together?”Alessia smirked, swirling the dark liquor in her glass before taking a slow sip. “So... you are that terrified of Francesco, huh?” Her eyes narrowed as she leaned forward, voice dripping with disdain. “Pathetic. I expected more from you, Marshall.”Marshall’s jaw clenched. “I’m not scared of him. I just do not want to die before that sick bastard does.”Alessia’s expression hardened, her voice turning icy. “Then work harder. Bring him down.”Marshall let out a bitter laugh. “Really? You think I haven’t been doing enough?”“Enough?” Alessia’s eyes darkened with sinister amusement. “You are barely scratching the surface. Maybe... it’s time I tell you the truth behind The
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 58 ~ Do You Care For A 'Goodbye' Drink?
Morning arrived faster than expected, bringing with it a storm of rage burning through Alice’s veins.She yanked her wrist, but Scar’s grip remained firm. Her voice rose like thunder. “This time, I swear I will end Francesco! That bastard has the crypt key, yet he still dares to attack our men? And Brinda… That woman is nothing but a damn nuisance! I should have dealt with her long ago.”Scar’s jaw tightened. “Do you even hear yourself? Do you know how dangerous the Dante family is?”Alice let out a bitter laugh. “And do you not know how ruthless our boss can be?”Scar’s expression darkened. “Have you forgotten what Francesco’s father did to your mother?”The words hit her like a blade to the chest. Her fury flickered, replaced by a suffocating wave of guilt and regret. Her heart pounded, her throat tightened, and she clenched her fists, fighting the tears burning behind her eyes.“Why the hell would you bring that up?” she whispered, her voice cracking.“You needed a reminder.” Scar’
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 57 ~ Love Forged In Darkness And Desire
BrindaI took half the length of Francesco’s cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, teasing him. But that wasn’t enough — not for him. A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he pushed deeper, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me with measured control.“You’re damn good, Damsel,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “But you can do better.”A challenge.Determined to make him come undone — to make him forget every other woman who had ever touched him. Bullet included — I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I swallowed more of his length. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, and the sound sent a wicked thrill through me.His hips moved, thrusting slowly at first, testing my limits. The heavy weight of him pressed against the back of my throat, and when I coughed, his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place.“Fuck…” He shuddered.I pulled back with a loud, wet pop, gasping for air. His eyes, dark and predatory, gleamed with something dangerous.“Nice j
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 56 ~ Love Forged In Darkness And Desire
BrindaMy eyes trailed over his left bicep — The scorpion tattoo looked darker, more defined, almost hypnotic. My gaze drifted lower, tracing the hard ridges of his stomach. Every muscle flexed as he moved, commanding attention.I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.Should I be doing this?No.But as things stand, I have no choice but to succumb to Francesco’s desires.Or… Am I succumbing to my own?No. I have no such desires. This is just a distraction — Something to pass the time while I plot my next escape.But, why does my body feel like it’s betraying me?Francesco moved toward the bed, his steps unhurried, deliberate. He sank to his knees before me, his dark gaze never leaving mine. My heart pounded — fast and erratic — like a drum signaling my impending doom.The look in his eyes from earlier, the one filled with cold, deadly rage, was gone. Something new had replaced it.Love?No. He doesn’t love me.He calls it obsession.His hand closed around my ankle, fingers cold again
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 55 ~ Let's See How Long You Can Last
Brinda I never knew that my hands and body would move so fast apart from when I went on missions to kill and obtain other items. My heart raced fast as I shoved the last piece of my mother's most loved item into the backpack in my left hand. I rushed to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and brought out the safe I had kept the crypt key. I was still in the middle of thinking of whether I should take it along, leave it or toss it somewhere Francesco would find it easily when I heard a loud bang outside. No one needed to tell me.I’ve got company.I need to escape. As fast as possible. I dumped the safe into the backpack, zipped it and hid behind the kitchen’s door. I slid my right hand into my pocket and brought out a pistol while my left hand held the bag firmly. As I prepared myself for what was to come, I had nothing else on my mind than… To kill. To slaughter. To send whoever came after me to the jaws of death.Just then, the screeching of another set of cars outside made me
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 54 ~ She Escaped, Bastard
Francesco did not miss a step as his legs willed him faster while he climbed the steps. Elizabeth was also relentless in her pursuit. Bullet was busy outside ordering the men to pack the dead bodies on the ground so it could be disposed of. Elizabeth couldn't catch up with Francesco who had no intention of stopping at all. His mind was filled with questions. I am just a burden and nothing else. There is no place for me in this world. Am I just a commodity?Those were the thoughts that roamed his mind.He moved swiftly towards The Dark Room and when he reached there, he was still trying to unlock the door when a soft female's hand touched his hand. He knew who it was already. He had been with her for as long as he could remember in his entire life. “Leave me!” He fired without bothering to look at her. She refused to let go of his hand and she pulled him to face her instead. Tears clogged her eyes but she did her best to prevent them from streaming down her eyes.“Francesco… Fran
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 53 ~ We Brought Death To Your Door II
Bullet's gaze was unyielding as she faced the Russo brothers with a stare down. The backdoor of the car she alighted from opened and a pair of a lady’s red shoes appeared. A few seconds later, the figure came out of the car. Francesco's eyes shone brightly as he watched his mother stand before him cladded in a black tight-fitted costume. Her hair, packed into a ponytail style. She narrowed her eyes towards the Russo brothers who had an irritated look on their faces. She smirked as she made her way towards them. The Russo brothers' men raised their guns at Elizabeth but she did not flinch. Every step she took was with resilience and her eyes were sharp. When she finally reached them, she smiled. “Why are you both here? And after how many years?” Leopard, the second of the Russo brothers, spoke but his hands remained in his pockets. “The Lioness has arrived but is she afraid to see us or does she remember our father?” “Your father?” Elizabeth scuffed. “How dare you t
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 52 ~ We Brought Death To Your Door
The gunfire cracked through the air like a thunderstorm on judgment day. Chaos erupted. Grown men, strong and battle-hardened, screamed like frightened children.Francesco locked eyes with Brinda for a brief, electric moment before he turned and bolted from the room.“Bastard! Will you release me?” Brinda’s voice sliced through the noise, but he was already gone.Francesco moved with urgency, his boots pounding against the floor as he rushed to his room. No hesitation. No second thoughts. He yanked open the bathroom door and pressed a hidden button beneath the drawer handle — just like Brinda had when she had sneaked into his space days ago with Bullet.The drawer slid open with a soft click, revealing a lethal collection of guns. A wicked smirk curled his lips. He grabbed a few of the deadliest ones, admiring their weight in his hands.Then, just as he was arming himself, Guerrero crawled into the bathroom, his face twisted in pain, his left arm hanging limply like a broken doll’s.
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 51 ~ Obsession Is Greater Than Will
Brinda “What did you say?” I asked, my eyes darting around nervously. My voice trembled, betraying the fear that gripped me.“What did you hear me say?” He replied coolly, his gaze never leaving mine. “I know you’ve been poisoning me, not long after I forced you to work with me.” He sank into the chair opposite, his tone casual, as if we weren’t just talking about the very thing that could end my life.I dropped my head, avoiding his gaze.I was caught. There was no game left to play. The end had arrived, and with it, the realization that my time might be running out too.You’re stuck, Brinda.So it was true — when I thought I was being clever, trying to seduce him and slip poison into his food, he knew. But he had let me.“Francesco,” I said, mustering the courage to speak again. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. “You knew I was poisoning you. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you stop me?”“Are you regretting it now, Damsel?” He leaned back, his voice mocking. “What happene
