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 48*Bianca's POV*The hallway to the lower wing felt colder than the rest of the house, the kind of cold that didn’t come from air conditioning or stone — it came from secrets.Old ones.Bloody ones.Mario walked ahead of me, a bounce in his step he clearly didn’t feel. Every five seconds he glanced back like he was checking I hadn’t vanished.“You don’t have to look at me like I’m going to faint,” I muttered.He shrugged. “You worry Erico. Which means you worry all of us.”My pulse kicked. “That’s not my intention.”“I know.” He gave a half-smile. “That’s what makes it real.”We reached the reinforced door.A guard opened it the second Mario nodded.The room inside was smaller than I expected — stone walls, a single table, a metal chair bolted to the floor. Two bare bulbs hummed overhead. The air smelled like old water and rust.The bookkeeper sat in the chair, wrists cuffed, shoulders trembling under a cheap brown jacket.A bruise darkened his temple.His lips were split.But his eyes—
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: Chapter 47*Bianca's POV*The drive back to the compound was silent in a way that pressed against my skin.Not hostile — heavier than that.Like the whole van had absorbed the moment behind those shipping containers and didn’t know what to do with it.Paolo kept glancing at Erico in the rearview mirror.Giovanni pretended to nap but wasn’t sleeping at all.Mario hummed under his breath as if trying to cut the tension.And Vincenzo watched everything.He always did.I sat wedged between Erico and the cold metal wall of the van.He didn’t touch me.But the space between us felt electrified, humming with the words we hadn’t said, the breath we hadn’t taken, the line we’d stepped over.Every time the van hit a bump, my shoulder brushed his arm.Every time it did, something in him went rigid — like he was forcing himself not to react.When we finally reached the compound, the guards swung open the gates. Morning light spilled over stone walls and steel fences. The familiar weight of the Mercanti hous
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: Chapter 46*Bianca's POV*Erico didn't let go of my arm when the others moved towards the van.He didn't even pretend to.His grip wasn't painful - it was something worse.It was scared."Come with me." He said, voice low, teeth clenched like he was holding the whole world back with his jaw alone.I opened my mouth to argue, but he tugged me toward the far end of the dock, behind a stack of rusted shipping containers, away from Vincenzo's eyes, away from the brothers, away from the noise. Only when we were fully hidden did he let go.For a second, he didn't say anything.He just pressed both hands against the metal wall above my head and breathed - slow, uneven, like every inhale hurt. "Erico..." I whispered."No."He cut me off so sharply it echoed.His eyes hung between his arms, curls falling forward, shoulders tight."You don't get to say my name like that. Not right now."A chill ran down my spine. Not fear, but something deeper.Something like recognition.He lifted his head then, slowly
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: Chapter 45*Bianca's POV*The air in Trapani tasted like salt and diesel fuel—sharp, metallic, alive. The docks stretched out in long, skeletal limbs, cranes silhouetted against the half-lit dawn. The world was quiet the way it always is before something breaks.I wasn’t supposed to be here.Vincenzo had made that very clear.Erico even clearer.But clarity had stopped mattering the moment I realized something in Daniella’s letter matched one of my father’s codes—47-Vel Mare-Delta. A signal used only at Trapani. A signal that meant someone here would know what happened to my mother.So I came.I drove one of the spare cars from the Mercanti garage, the one Mario always complained about because it “felt like a recycled coffin.” It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pulsing need in my chest—the need for truth, for justice, for something that finally belonged to me.The brothers were already assembled when I stepped into the open dock corridor. Five shadows cut against the cold morning: Vince
Last Updated: 2025-11-15
Chapter: Chapter 44*Bianca’s POV*The house never truly slept. Even when its lights dimmed and the guards’ footsteps faded, there was always a low hum beneath the walls—like the sea whispering against the stone, reminding everyone inside that silence could break at any moment.After Erico left, that hum became the only sound I could hear. The air he’d disturbed still felt warmer than the rest of the room. I stood there too long, staring at the door, trying to convince myself that the tremor in my hands was from the cold.When I finally sat down, the world seemed smaller. The candlelight pooled on the desk, turning the letter in my locket into a secret heartbeat. I hadn’t opened it yet; I wasn’t ready. Not while his voice still echoed in my head—Because I needed to see that you were still breathing.No one had ever said that to me before. Not even my own flesh and blood.I touched the edge of the desk where his hands had been. The wood was smooth, almost slick, but beneath the polish there were scratches
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
Chapter: Chapter 43*Erico’s POV*Giovanni’s smirk was still hanging in the air when Vincenzo’s summons came.I followed him out of the library, pulse hammering, trying not to think about the taste of Bianca still burning against my mouth.The corridor between us and Vincenzo’s office felt longer than usual, the kind of hallway that could measure guilt by footsteps. Giovanni said nothing; he didn’t need to. The look in his eyes told me he understood—maybe better than I did—how deep I’d already fallen.Vincenzo’s door was open. Paolo and Mario were already there, both standing. The lamplight painted their faces in gold and shadow. This was how we’d always been: five boys who’d outlived too much, still pretending the world hadn’t changed around us.“Close the door,” Vincenzo said. His voice wasn’t sharp; it never had to be. Command lived in the way he breathed.I shut it and turned back toward them.Paolo was first to speak. “You good, brother?”He meant Are you alive? Did she hurt you? Are you still you?
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
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