Novels by Viv_Writes.

ALEXANDRO CASTILLOThe small van skidded to a halt in front of a run-down house, the front veranda cluttered with junk and garbage. She didn’t hesitate, she just charged through a narrow passage, Vincenzo’s lifeless body slung over her back. I staggered behind, still clutching my bleeding leg. I had long felt numb around my leg, but hot sweat trickled down my face.We finally reached a small hut. She glanced around once before twisting the doorknob open and slipping inside quietly.“Get some water with that bowl over there,” she ordered immediately. We got in, without looking at me, her voice sharp and commanding, like I was her damn servant.I didn’t argue. Limping over, I grabbed the bowl and filled it. By the time I returned, she’d gently turned Vincenzo onto his side, her eyes zooming in on the gun-shot wound just above his right ear.“Let’s pray he makes it,” she muttered. “The bullet didn’t go deep, it missed the brain.”It felt like she was talking to me and at the same time fe

NEW YORK – SIX HOURS AGOCAMILLA RYDERThe moment I slid into my car, my phone rang. I ignored it at first, then, it rang again. With a frustrated sigh, I picked up, my foot already pressing the gas."What is it?" I snapped before the caller could even breathe a word."I'm sorry to disturb you, but... I think you need to be here.""Kai, not now. I have somewhere important to be, so whatever it is can wait.""It's about Jeoffery."As soon as he mentioned Jeoffery, my foot slammed the brakes, the tires screeched, as my heart went racing."Tell me, now" I demanded.He hesitated just for a second before he responded. "The matrons couldn't calm him down. He keeps asking for his father. What should I do?"I stared at my reflection in the rear-view mirror, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.I needed to see Vincenzo.But my son… he needed me more. I also can't leave Jeoffery.Shit!Both my hands gripped the steering wheel as I battled within myself."Boss?" Kai’s voice cut through my th

ALEXANDRO CASTILLOI shoved past the men holding me, my boots sliding across the blood-slicked floor.“Vincenzo!” I shouted, but I was too late.His body crumpled like a dead weight. Blood spilled from his head, painting the ground beneath him.But just before I could reach him, bang!A bullet tore through my leg.I dropped hard to the ground, a scream ripping through my throat as the fire shot through my right thigh. My hands clamped down instinctively, trying to stop the hot, sticky rush of blood. My vision blurred for a second, then I forced it steady again.I looked up, and there he was. Celestino. Kneeling beside me like a vulture inspecting its prey. His face was cold, unpredictable, but his eyes… they gleamed with something darker than hatred, like a Devil's glare.Vincenzo lay behind him, barely moving, his blood pooling outwards like a dark halo.“Don’t worry about your son,” Celestino said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “He won’t die... not yet, at least. I’ve got doctors

VINCENZO CASTILLOI couldn’t move. My body felt frozen as I locked eyes with Alexandro. He was staring at me too, both of us silent, stuck in the shock of what we'd just heard.Celestino’s words didn’t just cut through me; it felt like something dropped inside of me.That man left us.He let my mother suffer. That woman waited for him, cried for him... and then she died. Alone. Still waiting.And me?I saved that man... A laugh broke through my shock. Everything all felt like a dream.So... I served him like a d*mn slave, followed his every command, bled for his cause, killed for his name.And, now, he was my father?"Is that a lot to take in, son?" Celestino's voice sliced through the silence. He reached for my shoulder like he had the right.Something inside me snapped.I shrugged him off, my jaw tight, fury bubbling under my skin like a ticking bomb."You know why I couldn’t bring myself to hate you after everything, Vincenzo?" His voice came from behind me as he grabbed my shoulde

CAMILLA RYDERI didn’t truly realize how much I loved Vin... How much he meant to me, until I watched him walk away. It felt like something inside me cracked open, like my heart was breaking into a million pieces.He thought I’d believe those half-hearted lies he told me? Seriously?. Did he think I was stupid?... I knew Vincenzo better than that. He wasn’t trying to push me away, he was trying to protect me. I could see right through those fierce eyes when he spoke.And the second I saw Livo, I knew something was wrong. Alexandro wouldn’t send that clown, Livo, if he was serious about bringing Vincenzo back.He was just a delivery guy in the family. He handled the illegal guns, delivered them to clients, picked up the cash, that was it. He wasn't even close to Vincenzo's standard, not even a bit.So why now? Why him?No matter how hard I thought about it, it still didn't make any sense. And Vincenzo knew I’d sniff it out eventually, so he tried to hurt me with words to make me stay beh

ALEXANDRO CASTILLOItaly, Milan.“Ah… Andro, baby…” Francesca’s breathless moans spilled into the room like soft music echoing off the walls. The rhythm of our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm, her skin warm against mine as they met, the sound of friction mixing with soft moans, and adding fire to the moment.Francesca had always known how to draw me in. If she had a special gift, it was turning passion into art. She was d*mn good at it. And I? God help me... I loved her more because of it.One hand gripped the edge of the table, steadying herself, while her back arched in a perfect line. Her other behind me, holding me firm, just enough to thrust deeper, a sly grin sneaking across her lips as I slowed, brushing my fingers lightly across that one spot she never resisted. Her gasp told me everything. And when the moment peaked, I gave in, heat rushing through me like a shot of adrenaline, my breath crashing out of me as I collapsed beside her.She stood up gracefully, parading across t