Romario’s POV
I sat in the leather chair, its soft embrace a stark contrast to the harshness of the man before me. A dead body lay on the ground, blood slowly seeping into the cracks of the floor."You've failed me," I said, my voice low and deadly. "And now you will pay for your mistake.”"Please, Mr. Romario. Please, have mercy," the man stammered, his eyes wide with fear. But I felt no mercy for those who crossed me. It was a rule I had instilled in my men from the moment I took the reins of the family.I rose to my feet, my tailored suit a silent reminder of the power that coursed through my veins. "Mercy is for the weak, Luca. And you are weak. Weakness will not be tolerated in this family."With a flick of my wrist, Luca's fate was sealed."Ken!" I barked at my second-in-command, my voice laced with disgust as I gazed at the worthless blood spreading across my tiles. "Clean up this mess, now!"Just then, my servant rushed in, phone in hand. "Boss, a call for you."I snatched the phone, my eyes never leaving the crimson stain. "Hey, Namiro. What's up?""Rom, what's going on?" my friend asked, her voice laced with concern. "You sound like you're in the midst of a war zone.""Nothing, just dealing with a traitor in our midst," I replied, my tone cold and detached. "A mole in the Ndrangheta's manor. Can you believe it?"Namiro's disbelief was palpable. "A fucking mole? Who would be foolish enough to try that? You know your family doesn't tolerate betrayal, Rom. It's a death sentence, no questions asked."I chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Well, we've had some issues with the slave trade in the black market. The police are sniffing around, and someone must have thought they could profit from selling us out."Namiro's voice turned sweet and persuasive. "Rom, please, for my sake, come to family dinner. I know you'll say no, but just this once, please?"I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Namiro, you know me too well. But I'll consider it, for your sake."The conversation ended, and I turned my attention back to the bloodstain, my mind already turning to the task of identifying the traitor and meting out the necessary punishment.I am Romario Ndrangheta, the ruthless successor to the Ndrangheta family's criminal empire. Our family's 'business' dominates South Chicago, with my father boasting about the tons of drugs he pedals.I've been groomed for this life since childhood, entrenched in a world of illegal activities - from assassination and slave trade to organ harvesting, drug trafficking, and weapons dealing. We've corrupted even the police force, but recently, they've become a nuisance, sniffing around my operations. I won't hesitate to eliminate them, even if it means adding homicide to my resume."Emily!" I bellowed in fury, my voice echoing through the halls. She sprinted towards me, her legs trembling with fear. I have a short fuse, and my anger ignites quickly, a trait I've learned to control - but only when it suits me."Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling. I grunted, "Get me a glass of tequila." She hastily left, and I took out my phone to call my father, Terrone. If anyone could get the officers off my back, it was him.As I waited for him to answer, I gazed at Allison, my slave,who returned with the tequila. She looked down, her lips bitten in nervousness, a habit I'd noticed before. I chuckled, amused by her fear. She stammered, "M-Master...I-Emily said you requested a glass of tequila?"I hummed, enjoying her broken demeanor. "Look at me," I told her, but she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. Irritated, I growled, "Look at me!" The sudden rise in my voice made her jump, and she dropped the tequila, the glass shattering everywhere.As she tried to gather the broken pieces, I glared at her, her eyes still fixed on the floor. I could see the fear in her eyes, and it only added to my amusement.I glared at her, my anger simmering as she continued to gaze at the floor, her hands trembling as she tried to gather the shattered glass. I strode towards her, my movements swift and menacing, and grasped her chin, forcing her head up. Her eyes, a striking blend of blue and green, met mine, brimming with unshed tears."Master...I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice choked with emotion. I noticed the black eye, a stark reminder of the violence she'd endured, and my rage intensified."Names!" I bellowed, my voice echoing through the room. She blinked, confusion etched on her face as tears continued to fall. "Who hit you?" I screamed, my fury unrelenting."It was a mistake," she whispered, her hands futilely attempting to stem the flow of tears. My glare was deadly, my possessiveness palpable. She was mine, my slave, and I was the only one entitled to see her vulnerable, broken, and bleeding. Her tears, smiles, and body belonged to me, and no one else dared to claim them."It was Guard Marco, Master," she whispered, fresh tears streaming down her face. "He got angry because I didn't serve breakfast early, and he punched me in rage because I'm just a slave." My anger flared at the thought of someone daring to touch my property.I dragged her outside, my grip firm. "Show me that guard, or you'll bear the consequences," I growled, leaving no room for argument. She reluctantly led me through the halls, passing nervous guards who knew better than to cross me when I was angry.As we stopped in front of a lanky, ugly guard, I could feel my rage boiling over. "Hey slut, back for more?" he sneered, his friends cheering him on. Allison cowered, looking terrified, and I felt a surge of possessiveness. I was the only one who had the right to make her fear.His mocking laughter infuriated me, and I felt my anger boil over at his blatant disrespect. As the leader, I wouldn't tolerate such insolence. My hand instinctively went to my gun, and I clicked my tongue in a menacing gesture."Say hello to Satan for me," I sneered, my voice cold and deadly. He turned, confusion etched on his face, but it was too late. I smirked as I pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck him right between the eyes. He crumpled to the floor, his body twitching as his life slipped away, his blood pooling around him like a macabre halo."Nobody touches what's mine," I growled, my voice echoing through the room, a stark warning to anyone who dared challenge my authorityKatherine’s POVMy eyes widened in horror as the gun went off, and the guard crumpled to the floor, his lifeless body surrounded by a growing pool of blood. I was paralyzed with shock, my mind reeling from the brutality I had just witnessed."Nobody touches what's mine," Master growled, his voice dripping with authority and menace. The remaining guards cowered, their faces etched with fear as they begged for mercy."Why should I show you mercy?" Master sneered, his eyes cold and calculating as he stalked them like a predator. "We didn't know he would dare do that," they pleaded, tears streaming down their faces."You're on mining duties," Master decreed, his voice devoid of empathy as he dragged me back inside the house. I was still reeling from the violence I had witnessed, my anger simmering beneath the surface.Master's eyes locked onto mine, a mocking glint in their depths. "That's it, no thank you, Master?" he taunted, his smirk infuriating me. I bowed my head, forcing out a meek
The room fell silent, with all eyes on me, and I understood their shock. As someone who doesn't care about anyone outside of my family, my actions seemed suspicious, to say the least. I continued eating my dessert, unfazed by the attention.My dad cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We all know Mario is very possessive of his properties," he said with a scoff, and the room erupted into laughter. Jose nodded in agreement, chuckling. "I remember when he was 12, he beat up the boy who asked Namiro to be his friend." The laughter grew louder, but Leonardo's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression disbelieving.I smirked at him, pleased that his smile had disappeared. "So, you guys are just going to ignore this?" Leonardo asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Doesn't it seem suspicious to you?" He glared at everyone, but they just continued laughing and chatting, brushing off the incident as irrelevant."Come on, Leo, don't be ridiculous," Namiro said, her voice laced with anno
Everywhere was silent, the only sound being the droplets of David's blood falling from Allison's body. Romario gazed at her with concern, as she looked emotionless, her eyes vacant. “This should remind you of the importance of loyalty in this family. You are all dismissed,” Master Terrone told his servants, who turned to leave. But Allison didn't move, still in shock. “Le...let's go, please,” Emily stammered, trying to pull Allison up from the floor, where she had collapsed. 'Leave her and get lost,' Romario growled, tired of Emily's teary eyes. Emily nodded and ran off, probably to cry."Here's an edited version of your paragraph with some minor adjustments for clarity and flow:"Ken, clean this mess," Romario instructed, dragging Allison by her dress into his room. She remained silent, tears streaming down her face. Romario smiled, reveling in her distress. "Sit," he commanded, motioning to his bed. Allison didn't budge, still crying, her body covered in blood. With a sigh, Romario
The words I just heard made me feel tense and lost. My mother, who we all thought was dead, was back. And I knew she wanted revenge. My mother, from the powerful De Luca mafia family in Mexico, was forced into an arranged marriage with my father. It was a union built on duty and responsibility, not love. She had betrayed the family by falling in love with someone else, and my father friend, Jose, had shot her in the chest after killing her lover."I know you're shocked, but I had to warn you, your mom has gone crazy," my dad announced, his voice trembling as he took shaky steps upstairs.I sat frozen at the dining table, unable to move. Then, my phone rang. I hesitated, seeing an unknown number, but I picked up anyway. "Hello, my betrayal son," my mother's voice said, her words dripping with malice. My heart stopped. I heard her mocking laughter. "I'm going to make sure you all suffer as much as I did." She promised, her voice cold and calculating, before ending the call.I felt shive
Allison's POV It's been weeks since David's untimely death, and the mansion has been eerily quiet. I haven't seen the masters for a week now, and while I'm thankful for the reprieve, I can't shake off a nagging sense of worry. As I entered the kitchen, Emily was busy preparing dishes for the servants. She noticed my cheerful demeanor and teased, "Hey Allison, you look rather happy today!"I smiled, knowing Emily always has a knack for reading my mood. "Well, it's been a week of no masters, so I'm feeling over the moon!" I said, playfully hitting her. Emily snorted, "Don't jinx it, please!" We both burst out laughing, and I added, "It's been fun, but I'm a bit worried, too."Emily feigned concern, "I'm serious, think about it." I stared at her, incredulous, knowing she didn't really care. "I guess so, but I'm sure they're fine," I said firmly, taking a bite of the pancakes. Emily glared at me, and I smiled, lifting my hands in surrender. "Take this tray of pancakes to the guards in th
Romario's POV The explosion devastated Venita's men, and I felt a pang of pity for the innocent children caught in her quest for revenge. As I lay there, I felt hands shaking me, and I looked up to see my dad's face, his eyes filled with concern. "Mario, can you hear me?" he asked, and I managed to blink once in response. He smiled, relieved."Terrone, Leonardo is unconscious; we need to get him to the hospital," Jose said, worry etched on his face as he carefully lifted Leonardo into his arms. He placed him in the backseat of the car alongside the two rescued children."Mario, I'm going to move you now," my dad warned, his hands gently grasping my arms to pull me up. I let out a pained growl, my scream echoing through the air. "Some of our men lost their lives in the explosion, but Ken survived," my dad reassured me as I took in the grim scene around us - dead bodies everywhere. "That bitch really got us," I thought, my anger and pain simmering.Dad placed me in the same car as Ken,
The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on Allison's features. Her eyes fluttered open, a disoriented haze clouding her mind as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. The heavy weight of her master's body pressed against her, a stark reminder of last night's brutal events.Her body throbbed with pain, each movement sending a fresh wave of agony coursing through her veins. Biting her lip, she fought against the tears that threatened to spill forth, refusing to give into the despair that threatened to overwhelm her.With each passing moment, Allison's fury and humiliation mounted. She squirmed against his hold, her muscles straining against his grip as she desperately sought to escape his clutches. But Romario held fast, his arms like steel bands that refused to relent. Finally, he stirred, his eyes flickering open to meet her glare. Without a word, he pressed his lips to her forehead, the gesture a mockery of affection. Allison recoiled,
The police surrounded them, shouting, "Put your hands behind your head!" as they pointed their guns. Romario glanced around, desperate to escape. He grabbed one of the girls as a human shield, but the police opened fire, and she fell to the ground, her blood spilling onto the floor. Romario dropped her and ran, taking advantage of the police's momentary distraction with Tristian.The police soon realized he was gone and gave chase, hot on his heels. Romario kept running, dodging bullets and thinking on his feet. He considered escaping in his car, but since this is a trap then they might have planted a bomb in there.Romario jumped into a moving trash truck, and the police gave chase, scrambling to get back into their cars. He screamed in anger, knowing he couldn't get caught in England. When the truck passed a dark alley, he leapt out and hid, aware the police would be looking for the truck.To blend in with the homeless people in the alley, Romario removed his jacket and messed up hi