All Chapters of The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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.

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

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

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 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