kidnapped by the mafia
Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin.
She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant .
Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life.
One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his.
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"Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni.
"I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes.
"I want her." I said.
"What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me.
"Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare.
"Okay."
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Chapter: Epilogue*Violet's POV*"I can't do this." I looked at the mess in my room. "What do you mean? You are ready." Rosalina said. "What if I say something stupid? What if I trip and fall?" "You father will be with you, you won't fall." Tracy said rolling her eyes. "Come on you will be fine. Stop stressing out." Mom smiled Aurora laying in her arms sleeping peacefully. Mom is on a wheelchair, but she is doing better than before. She might live fore months, even years thanks to Vincenzo. The man I am going to marry in 10 minutes. This day is perfect. I am wearing my dream dress. It was ice white satin, with fitted boat-necked bodice, with long sleeves embellished to my elbows, and full circular skirt with demi-train sweeping the floor. I fell in love with the dress as soon as I saw it. My hair was pinned back with my veil, and soft curls fell on my shoulders. My make up was the best, it was soft and with nude
Last Updated: 2022-04-16
Chapter: Chapter 84: Labor*Vincenzo's POV*"What the fuck is going on?" Tracy screamed looking at Violet. "She isn't due until 2 more months!" She instantly took her phone. I was frozen in my spot looking at the scene folding in slow motion. Violet was screaming, from fear more than from pain. "Vincenzo!" Gio was shaking me, and I instantly ran to her. "Vincenzo we should go to the hospital, this is a dangerous matter." Tracy said. I nodded looking at Violet's pained face. "I don't want my baby to die." She sobbed. "She won't. She won't." The first one was to reassure her, the second one was to convince myself. "We need to get going. Erico has the car ready." Mario said.I scooped Violet bridal style and ran outside. Paolo opened the back door and I instantly got in. "It's okay baby, you will be fine." I repeated kissing her head. Violet screamed and I held her to my chest tightly. After what
Last Updated: 2022-04-06
Chapter: Chapter 83*Vincenzo's POV*Violet went with her dad to visit her mother. I still don't like him, but I have to tolerate him. Meanwhile, I am going to pay a visit for my dear grandfather. Erico was having fun with him and Serge, but still he isn't satisfied as he said. But I ordered him not to kill them. I need to have fun too with them. I have a built up anger for that fucker. I want to torture him, because he stole my mother first, then he took Violet from me. And my daughter is in critical condition! I went down the basement and entered the cell I was keeping him in. "I never thought I would meet my grandfather like that." I smirked. "I did imagine it d-differently. You in my place." "Look how the tables turned." I opened my favorite knife and cut his cheek. He only flinched, but didn't scream."I thought you had better antics for torture." He smirked spitting blood on the floor. "Oh I do. I planned this
Last Updated: 2022-03-25
Chapter: Chapter 82: cold*Violet's POV*"Come on, we have to go." Vin said taking my hand in his."I am so sorry about shooting your arm. But it felt good. It took you a month to find me." I rolled my eyes."I searched all over for you my flower. I was fucking dying without you. You have no idea how happy I am to see you and our daughter alive." He replied kissing my forehead."Let's go! They took Gio in the first jet, the second is waiting for us." Erico yelled.We nodded and headed to the jet."Violet." My father was waiting for us with Mario."Dad." I ran towards him and
Last Updated: 2022-03-01
Chapter: Chapter 81: proposal *Vincenzo's POV*That was overly dramatic. I wasn't really going to die. I have had worse shots before, and I survived.Most of the pain was in my arm. Another shot was heard and another body slumped to the floor."You son of a bitch!" Violet screamed walking past me.I looked behind me while clutching my arm. No body moved as Nazyr looked at the hole in his leg."Did you really think you can trick me? Did you really think that I can forget my fucking name? My own family? My man, and the love of my life?" She yelled more as she kicked him in the face.Both men from both sides were pointing their guns at each other, but
Last Updated: 2022-02-12
Chapter: Chapter 80: death*Violet's POV*"Stop calling her that! Her name is Violet!" I screamed trying to block the noise, and the man next to me talking."Valeria listen to us. They brainwashed you! Those damn Italians played you. Remember who you are."Nazyr said injecting me with the same syringe. I cried and shouted for him to let go of me.Was my name Violet or Valeria? Why were they screaming over my head. I am clearly pregnant and need some rest. Why are they putting me in a dungeon?"Get him out of here." Nazyr ordered.I know his name because he always makes me remember it. He is the only person who talks to me other than the other ma
Last Updated: 2022-02-09
Blood and Loyalty
Erico Moretti has always been a loyal enforcer for the most ruthless mafia family in Italy. But when his boss, the mafia king Vincenzo, tasks him with bringing down rival mafia boss Antonio Romano, he’s given a dangerous mission: infiltrate the Romano empire as Bianca Romano’s bodyguard. Bianca, the sheltered yet fiercely independent daughter of Antonio, is the key to unraveling her father’s secrets.
At first, Erico sees Bianca as nothing more than a pawn in his deadly game. She’s sharp, confident, and far more perceptive than he expected—qualities that make his job even harder. But when a sudden threat forces them into a marriage of convenience to protect her from her father’s enemies, Erico finds himself tangled in a web of deceit, loyalty, and blood.
But in the world of crime and betrayal, no one is safe, and when secrets are exposed, their lives will hang by a thread. Will Erico choose vengeance, or will Bianca be the one to teach him that loyalty and love are not always at odds?
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Chapter: Chapter 28Bianca's POVPlans were safest when no one looked too closely.I had perfected the art of slipping through cracks — between surveillance feeds, guard rotations, and suspicious glances. I used timing like a weapon. Smiles like daggers. My father always said a real queen never raises her voice—she sharpens her silence.But today, the silence cracked.And Matteo heard it.---------------------------------------------------I was in the garden corridor, rehearsing my alibi with Clara when the message came.She palmed it to me while pretending to arrange orchids. No words. Just a symbol drawn in red ink: a circle with a slash through it.The old signal.Abort.Clara never used it lightly.I walked away before she could explain. My pulse pounded as I moved fast, cutting across the east wing and through the wine vault to the greenhouse.Inside, everything was still where I left it.The burner phone. The bag. The passport.The map.But someone had been here.The dust on the table was smeared.
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Chapter 27Bianca's POVThe world outside my window had gone silent.Not in the way it does when people sleep.But in the way it does when something is waiting to break.I sat alone in the old music room, the one no one used anymore. Dust clung to the keys of the untouched piano, and moonlight spilled through the cracked stained glass like liquid ghosts. I hadn't meant to end up here, but my feet had led me like they remembered something my mind didn't.The chandelier above was swaying slightly, though there was no wind.I lit a candle on the side table and set the old phonograph spinning. A low, broken melody began to hum through the space — something soft, something fractured. My mother used to play it in the mornings. She said it helped her remember who she was before the Romani name was sewn into her skin.I pressed my fingers against the keys. Not hard enough to make sound. Just enough to feel the cold beneath them.It was strange, how silence could feel louder than violence.How quiet made
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Chapter 26Bianca's POVThere was something about the way Matteo stood in my doorway that told me he didn't knock to be polite.He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, suit perfect, smile sharp enough to peel skin. Like always. But this time, there was something different beneath it.A twitch in his jaw.A tension in his eyes.He was hunting something."Come in, or leave," I said coolly, not looking up from the notes I was scribbling. My desk was mostly clear — the real plans already burned, memorized, or hidden in the spine of an old French novel beside me.He stepped in. Closed the door softly."You've been... quiet lately."I kept writing. "And here I thought that was your favorite version of me."He chuckled. "It's not the silence that worries me. It's the direction of it."I stopped mid-sentence.Then looked up slowly. "What direction is that?""The one that leads away from us."I leaned back in my chair. "You've been talking to yourself too much again.""No," he said, stepping closer. "
Last Updated: 2025-06-12
Chapter: Chapter 25*Bianca's POV* The ink had begun to fade on the flight record, but the name still bled through like an old wound:Daniella Romano.Not Violet. Not Konstantin. Not any of the Siankovskis I'd grown to loathe.This name was unfamiliar. Unspoken. Forgotten.But somehow—central.I stared at the grainy surveillance photo clipped beside the record. A woman in a scarf, exiting a private jet at a small airstrip near Saint Petersburg. The date was exactly one week after my mother's death. Her face was mostly obscured—but there was something about her posture. The tension in her shoulders. The way her hand curled protectively around the little girl clinging to her side.That child...The curls. The height. The tilt of the chin.It couldn't be—But it was.Violet.Years younger. But unmistakable.I sank onto the edge of the couch, staring at the image.What the hell was going on?Violet had grown up in Russia?With this woman—Daniella?Why was she never mentioned? Not by my father. Not by the co
Last Updated: 2025-06-10
Chapter: Chapter 24*Bianca's POV*The estate had grown quieter since the Mirazza attack.Not in the comforting way that comes after danger passes, but in the suffocating hush that follows a funeral no one admits is happening.The guards were tenser. Clara avoided my eyes when I passed her in the hallway. My father had retreated into his study, locked behind wood and whiskey. Matteo hovered, smug and smugger, like he knew something I didn't.And Alessandro—He was colder than usual, if that was even possible. Since the ambush, he'd followed me like a silent shadow, never speaking unless necessary, never looking at me longer than he had to. But I felt the difference.There was distance now.And I hated it.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I returned to the east wing just after midnight.It was the only time no one dared step near it. Not the maids. Not the guards. Not even the rats.My fingers moved quickly across the old lock, the one I'd learned to pick two years ago while pretendin
Last Updated: 2025-06-08
Chapter: Chapter 23*Bianca's POV*The smoke was still rising when we returned.The sun hadn't yet cleared the eastern cliffs, and already the Mirazza estate looked like the corpse of a kingdom—blackened, broken, and oddly still. Windows gaped like shattered eyes. Half the eastern wing had collapsed. Charred marble columns leaned like dying soldiers. It smelled of fire, ash, and blood.Two armored vehicles met us at the gate. Our insignia painted across the doors, flashing silver in the dawn.My father stepped out of the first one.Antonio Romano, Mafia Don. A man who rarely showed anger unless it served a purpose.Right now, he looked livid.And I wasn't sure if it was because I was alive—or because I'd survived something he hadn't orchestrated.-----------------------------------------------"Where the hell were you?" he snapped the moment I stepped out.Beside me, Alessandro moved subtly closer. Just enough to remind everyone that I wasn't unguarded."I was avoiding being blown up," I said flatly. "Yo
Last Updated: 2025-06-08
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