Brinda
I found myself standing before a massive mansion, towering like the haunted memories of the high-profile targets I had once eliminated without a second thought.
The gates creaked open, and there they were — three men in black suits. They were the same faces that had allowed me to lose everything just days before.
My fists clenched at my sides, desperate for a reason, any reason, to strangle them where they stood.
But I swallowed my rage, knowing there were bigger stakes at play now.
As I was ushered into the mansion, everything around me was unnervingly still. The air was thick with tension, every step echoing in the silent space.
Then, out of the quiet, Francesco’s voice sliced through the room, sending an icy jolt down my spine.
“Non ci vediamo da un po’.” Long time no see.
I froze.
Blood drained from my face, leaving nothing but a cold, burning emptiness that settled deep within my soul.
My legs gave way, my chest constricting, every breath a struggle against the rising panic that threatened to consume me.
I staggered backward, clenching my fists against the sharp ache in my lungs, unable to scream, my body betraying me as I sank to my knees.
And there, just feet away from me — was my mother. Her body lay still, lifeless, cold.
Francesco stood beside her, hands casually tucked in his pockets, exuding arrogance that bordered on insanity.
He stood there like a god, looking down on my suffering with the same detachment he had shown countless others before me.
I let out a gut-wrenching wail, the sound raw, full of anguish. “Mom!” The word tore through me as I cradled her body, my fingers trembling as I removed the cotton from her ears and nose and hurled it away.
“Why?”
Francesco’s smile was wicked, cruel, as he took a slow, deliberate step closer. His eyes glinted with a sadistic delight. “Isn’t that the best surprise ever?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Perhaps the greatest of your life. And don’t get too comfortable… There’s more coming. Every hour, maybe.”
I glared up at him, shaking with fury. “How dare you, Francesco?” My voice cracked, barely able to contain the storm within me. “You’ve taken my love from me. You took him. Now... you take her?”
His smile only deepened, a cruel twist of amusement playing on his lips. “They had to go. No hard work without sacrifice, right? I never thought I would see you cry like this. After all, you’ve taken the same toll on others. What do you think happened to the families of those you killed, Brinda?” He let the words sink in, cold as ice. “This... is karma.”
A wave of disgust rolled through me, but I said nothing. I could barely look at him, my chest tightening with grief and helpless rage.
“Anyway…” He waved a hand dismissively. “No time to waste. We have work to do. You and I.” He paused for a moment, clearly savoring my pain. “I know what you can do, but I have the solutions to all your problems.” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider.
I stood up shakily, still clutching my mother’s body, refusing to let them take her from me. But Francesco was already making his next move. “Damsel, I’m the leader of the Dante family — Mafia. We control the hardest drugs in the market. But it’s not just that. There are bigger things in play, and guess who I think can solve them?” He leaned back, puffing a cigarette with an almost smug satisfaction.
I locked eyes with him, my heart pounding in my ears. “No, Francesco. You’re wrong. I’m not your solution.”
But before I could say more, he barked out an order. “Time’s up. Guards, remove the body.”
The men closed in on me, and I fought them with everything I had. But my body was weak, my spirit drained by the grief, and I could barely hold myself upright. I wanted to fight, to tear them apart, but I was powerless.
Helplessly, I watched my mother’s body being dragged away, out of my reach, disappearing into the darkness beyond the door.
A roar of fury erupted from deep within me. I darted for the table, grabbing the knife that lay in front of Francesco.
With everything I had left, I lunged at him. But he was faster. His hand shot out, grabbing mine, and before I knew it, a sickening crack echoed in my skull.
I crumpled to the floor, unable to keep my eyes open, my body limp. A primal scream tore through me as I succumbed to the blackness closing in.
Some time later — minutes? Hours? — I awoke to the sound of slow, mocking applause. My hand instinctively went to my head, where the pain throbbed like a pulse, steady and unforgiving.
The room was dimly lit, and I could see Francesco standing there, a wicked smirk twisting his features.
“Welcome back!” His voice was taunting, like a predator savoring its catch. “Hope the journey wasn’t too stressful.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it — just a cold cruelty.
I shot to my feet, rage and desperation fueling me. “Do you think this is a joke?” My voice cracked, my throat raw with emotion, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Do you?” He cocked his head, his smile never faltering. “I’m not here for games, Brinda. I’m here for business.”
He walked toward me, a glass of water in one hand, a tablet in the other. “Take this,” he demanded, his voice cold, authoritative.
I recoiled, pushing the glass away, my body shaking with anger. “Stop! Stop whatever you’re doing!” I struggled to stand, to escape him, but the weakness from earlier had returned. I couldn’t move fast enough.
He shook his head, exhaling a long, patient breath. 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.
“The epic love story that never really was,” I whispered, my voice thick with tears and grief.
He laughed, cruel and triumphant. “I have no comfort to offer you. Your little prank is over. The real game begins now.”
“I still won’t work for you,” I managed to say, my voice barely audible. “I would rather die.”
Francesco’s eyes gleamed with something darker. “Success is the key when you have a willful mindset. I know you have hope in you, Brinda. Don’t lie to yourself.”
“No,” I whispered weakly, but even as the words left my lips, doubt gnawed at me. I didn’t want to die.
“Welcome to the gate of hell,” he murmured, his grin widening. He poured whiskey into a glass, savoring the slow, deliberate motion. He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, eyes never leaving mine.
“And I’ll be the one to usher you in — by the devil’s grace.” My words hung heavy in the air, thick with finality.
The clock ticked loudly in the silence, each second pressing closer to the doom awaiting us both.
But deep inside, a spark flickered — small, fragile, but undeniably there.
The game wasn’t over.
And Francesco would regret every moment of it.
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
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,
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 t
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 wen
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
BrindaTwo days later, a gentle tap on my shoulder woke me up. I flipped my eyes open to see Bullet. The thought that filled up my mind was that she came around to add more problems to the fire that was burning between Francesco and I. I lowered my gaze and firmly in her hands was a tray containing varieties of fruits, water and a plate of food. My stomach grumbled at the sight of the food. I had barely eaten anything since I had been locked up in my room on Francesco's order. I expected Bullet to drop the food or pour it on my body but she didn't. Instead, she sat on the bed and assisted me up. “I brought this for you,” she announced. Her countenance, not the usual frowning one. “Thank you.” I appreciated it and started eating the fruits in a hurry, more like a glutton. Then I remembered how Francesco had forced me to eat the dog's food. I clenched my left hand slowly but in a strong way. I cursed him under my muffled breath. Bullet's warm touch on my hand dropped the feeling
Brinda My heart swelled as I stared at Francesco's face which was full of pride. I knew he wouldn't believe a word I said. Each step he took towards me made the air thick with tension. “Can you prove that?” He whispered into my ear while he pulled me closer. I raised an eyebrow in response. He smiled before he added, “That your pussy now drips.”I pushed him off me. After accomplishing that, I nearly cried. Why? What took my eyes below? Francesco was naked. He had nothing covering his private parts. The sack that covered his balls dangled left and right. Truth be told. The balls were big… and his manhood? Massive. Veiny. Cocky. Lengthy. Attractive. I looked away quickly so he wouldn't catch me staring for a long time. “If you want to suck it, you can. It's free of charge for you.” A warm glow spread across his face. “I can't suck such. Isn't it the same squeaky old toy that Bullet sucked the other day?” I asked, undeniably causing trouble. “I see! You're just jealous. You
Brinda Everyone is a betrayal. No one is worth sacrificing anything for. No one can be trusted as well. Humans are the most prerequisite beings on Earth. Just imagine!!!Marshall trying to kill me? Why? For what? Even if I did push him down the cliff, I never did that on purpose. I was meant to shoot him but I pushed him off the cliff instead. Now I'm starting to regret why I didn't kill him that day. I should have shot him in the head. He could have died and never thought of killing me today. Even the food I bought with the last dime on me is now gone. The money I had on me that I can use to get a taxi had fallen during the chaos earlier. Where can I go? Definitely not my home. If I head back home at the moment, I would literally be handing myself over to the brink of death. Francesco. Yes, Francesco. To defeat an enemy, you have to stay under the protection of your enemy's enemy. As they say, ‘An enemy of an enemy is a friend.’ I would surely head back to Francesco house.
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
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’
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
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
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
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
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 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.
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