Semua Bab The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Brinda“Make sure you please the guests, or you’ll never see the seventy thousand dollars for your mother’s treatment,” Mr. Donald’s cold, mechanical voice cut through the air. He tossed the stripper costumes at me with a detached sneer before ordering his assistant, Mr. Desmond, to take me to the dressing room.The words stung, but I had no choice. I had no room for pride or hesitation.As we entered the dressing room, I could feel the eyes of my fellow dancers — male and female — staring, their judgment heavy in the air. I didn’t flinch, but inside, the humiliation was a quiet storm.From a nurse to a stripper. How had I fallen so far?Every girl dreams of a loving family, but I was abandoned by mine. If someone ever asked what my parents looked like, I would have no answer. I don’t even carry their name. My identity — my whole life — was stolen from me. Instead, I became ‘Brinda Virginia,’ an orphan with no place to call home.Thank God for Sarah — my stepmother, the woman who sa

BrindaThe weight of yesterday’s sins pressed heavily on me. The money I had stolen from Mr. Donald when I killed him was gone, swallowed up by my desperation. My mother had been thrown out of the hospital, and now I was left with nothing but the remnants of my choices. There was only one place left to go — back to the clubhouse.Who the hell goes back to where they murdered a person?But what other option did I have? I had no choice. I stepped out of the taxi, my last cash slipping through my fingers. The money Peter had given was nearly all gone, swallowed by the cost of setting up a clinic at home for my mother.As I neared the entrance of the clubhouse, an overwhelming dread gripped me. My mind spiraled with thoughts of getting caught — of being dragged away by the police for what I had done. But I had to take the risk. I had to find a way to get the money.I stepped inside, the familiar scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke mixing with a sickening sense of panic. The air

BrindaI 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

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 wen