All Chapters of The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BrindaFrancesco stormed into the living room accompanied by the few men we had left after Marshall's associates ambushed our men and hijacked the tankers. Now, I'm beginning to fear for my safety. If Marshall's associates could have crossed Francesco's men and Francesco left the house earlier in anger to confront his rival and still came back furious, it can only mean one thing. The thirst for blood was unsuccessful. What exactly happened?“Brinda,” Francesco called out to me. “Yes, Don.” I answered like a willful cat, obviously not trying to anger him more. “Get me a bottle of wine and chilled water.” He ordered before he hurried up the stairs to his room. His men all retired to their room. The house was just an eerie silence. Everyone's mood has been altered by the recent happenings in just two hours. Bullet's life hangs in balance and Francesco just lost a lot of his men but how is that my concern? I have no connection with any of them. But as for Bullet, she has been a nic

With a heart full of excitement and a mind filled with evil thoughts, Marshall marched into the Casino. His head was held high as he found his way into the inner room. On his left side was Alice, his puppet. As they entered the subdued radiant room, Marshall lounged on the luxurious, leather-upholstered couch and exhaled a deep breath before Alice sat on his laps. She kissed him for a while before she broke from the kiss and opened her purse. She gave a devilish smile as she brought out a pack of cigarettes which she flaunted alongside a lighter. She lit it up and smoked a little before she poured the content into the air. She smirked and moved her hand backward when Marshall tried to share some with her. “You have to convince me,” Alice said, locking her eyes on Marshall's. “How much do you want me to convince you? As much as convincing you to fight with Brinda?” Marshall asked, raising an eyebrow, just before he placed his head on her slightly exposed breast. “Breast is life, i

BrindaWe willed our legs faster towards the parked truck behind the blue painted building ahead of us. Francesco had informed us earlier that a truck would be leaving for Marshall's hideout at exactly one in the morning. Getting to the truck, which was already moving slowly, Bullet hit the back of the truck and ensured the door opened with a little sound so as not to attract the drivers. Just when we were about to climb into the truck, it came to a halt. We stared at each other for a while, prepared for the worst. We stilled our bodies when we heard footsteps approaching us. I tightened my hold on the knife in my hand as I faced the left while Bullet concentrated on the right side. Then, I heard a grunt from Bullet's side. Before I could think of assisting her, another man showed up in front of me and tried to hit me on the back of my head. We locked hands and we started fighting. I hit him quite a number of times on the jaw before I used an iron rod behind me to render him unc

Brinda“This is a toast to a victory well deserved. I'm proud of you both. And note that, you both are free to ask me whatever you want.” Francesco winked at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I knew what his intentions towards me were but I won't give in. Instead, he would pay for his sins.We clink our glasses and we all gulped the contents down our throats. We finished eating and Bullet presented the crypt key to Francesco whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, the time I have been waiting for has come.” Francesco's voice was lower than we spoke, his eyes danced around the box as he collected it from Bullet. It felt as though it had been his life's longest and biggest dream. Only time will tell. He has achieved his aim already and so will I achieve mine. He tapped my shoulder gently and I shifted my head to his direction. He stared at the box for some time before he stretched his hands towards me. “Take it.” He ordered, his gaze commanding and unrelenting. I also stretched

Brinda I held onto the briefcase in my right hand like my life depended on it as I moved around the people finding their way to their different destinations on the streets. The past few days of my life have been nothing but hell. Francesco wouldn't control the devil inside him and I had been a pawn to his dark side. All he did was to punish me just for trying to seduce him. I am bothered with two things though. One, he hasn't asked for the crypt key nor has he taken a step that is hideous because I have kept my eyes on him the whole fucking time. Two, there has been no attack or signs of Marshall even while I tried to track him down. Where could he be hiding? I glanced at the timer in my head. Just five minutes left. I have to deliver the goods in the briefcase and leave the area quickly. As I turned to the street on the left, I was greeted by the faint smell of alcohol that rented the air but I kept a straight face and remained vigilant. I noticed a bungalow with a red door as