red handed

When Amelia returned from her job, she was hoping for a peaceful life. Amelia is the adopted daughter of the Peterson family. 

She was given less attention than Zoey, their biological daughter.

Zoey was lavishly treated, and she got whatever she wanted. Because Amelia was smarter, prettier, and loved by more people, especially at school, she grew up despising her.

Zoey developed into a spoiled brat as a result of the wealth of the Peterson family. Amelia, despite the fact that she was adopted at the age of five, had no financial support from her mother. She was instructed to look for a job she can do and make money from.

Despite their mistreatment of her, Amelia never voiced any complaints or protests. But she was still perplexed as to why they had adopted her if they weren't going to treat her like family.

She opened the door to the living room, and Zoey was kissing her boyfriend.

“Clinton!”

She shouted in shock and embarrassment that her boyfriend was making out with her sister.

“What is your problem?" Amy, can’t you see we were busy until you showed up? "

She asked shamelessly, with a job well done look on her round face. Clinton gaped at her as he fixed his wide-open gaze on her. He sighed and stood up, reaching out his hands to her.

He looked at her apologetically and went straight on his knees.

"I'm sorry Amelia, but what you think isn't true. I came to see you, but I was driven away. "

She was already aware that he wasn't innocent and that this wasn't the first time he had cheated on her. 

"Clinton, you can have her as much as you want. I don’t fucking care,” Amelia said emotionless.

Despite the pain she was experiencing inside, she had to act as though cheating on her was acceptable.

"Exactly what's wrong, Clinton? You don't deserve to be with a woman like her. It’s clear that she has been cheating on you all this time. That’s why she’s not interested in whatever you’re doing. ”

Zoey added: She was a sore spot on her body because she would take anything Amelia owned.

“She seduced me, Amy. Don't believe her. He encircled her tiny waist and said, "I don't know what I was doing. Trust me, I didn't mean to hurt you or make you cry." 

“Let go off me Clinton, you can be with her for all i care” she said and removed hid hands from her waist her and walked upstairs. As soon as he was gone, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson entered with their security behind them.

Clinton saw them, and left immediately. 

The mafia clan

Where the hell is my fucking money? The father of the gangster Ace, Mr. Carlo Benaldo, yelled at Mr. Chadwick. He was formerly a mafia member before his life was given to his son.

I'm sorry Mr. Carlo, I know I have some money, but I don't have that much for the one you're asking for. Give me some more time and please excuse me. " Mr. Chadwick said while quivering.

Mr. Peterson was a normal business man. He had to borrow money from Mr. Carlo after declaring bankruptcy without realizing that he was a risky former mafia boss.

He had to borrow 159 million dollars, but he was unable to make the payment. He had assured Carlo that the money would be returned. Even though Carlo had been patient with him since he had promised to return the money, now he couldn't take it anymore. 

“ This is the forth time you’re telling this to me, Chadwick. I have given you so much time to return the full amount of money but still you are begging me to give you more time? Do you think i’m stupid?” he yelled louder bringing his gun from his pocket.

“ you see what you’ve caused us Chadwick?” Eva, his wife said in fear.

He pointed the gun at them and said, "I've had enough, I'm going to kill you and your family. Their life will be in place of the money you owe me.

"Borrowing money from me is the worst mistake you've ever made," he smirked.

“ Wait, Mr. Carlo. Please don't shoot us. "I'm willing to do anything; I'll even trade you for one of my daughters," Chadwick begged.

 “An exchange you say, i like that” he said and kept the gun in his pocket.

“ Why don’t you give one of your daughters to my son?” he smirked and walked towards them.

Please don't kill us, Eva pleaded in fear, "We are ready to do anything. You can let your son marry her without any concerns."

"That's a good one. I wonder what kind of family uses their daughter as a collateral," he murmured and smirked evilly.

He took a drink of whiskey and said, "Next week, get her ready. And if she won't, I'll kill you all and no one will ever see your corpses."

Carlo was still strong, active, and ferociously evil despite his advanced age. The worst was Ace, though. He made a concerted effort to suppress his feelings because he hated having any. He never allowed him to smile. Being unforgiving, he was more feared than his father. His hobby was killing, and he found it enjoyable. He wasn't sure if his daughter would live after giving him custody, though.

Mr. Chadwick brings his wife home. She was never the same after the threat from Mr. Carlo. She wasn't ready to give Zoey to the mafia boss. She had cried and blamed her husband for borrowing money from the most notorious criminal.

They discovered Amelia's partner as he was leaving their home. He was adopting a glum expression. 

"Are we knowingly handing over Zoey to the mob boss? "Do you want our daughter to suffer at the hands of the mob boss?" she queried as they stepped their feet in the living room.

“ Do you think I enjoyed handing our daughter to him?" I have no choice but to do that. I don’t want us to die because of my sins. " He grimaced.

...

The entrance door could hear his resounding footsteps. As soon as they heard him approaching, the guards and the maids sprinted to the hallway. They were shaken by his footsteps and dared not look him in the eyes.

He was biting his slightly cut lips while drenched in sweat and blood. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it on fire.

He pouted his lips in frustration and rage. He was informed that a stranger had entered their clan without being seen by the guards or even his dependable bodyguard.

“Bastards”.

He muttered, blowing smoke from his cigarette into their faces. He then kicked the small piece with his right foot and threw it to the ground.

As he looked down at his blood-stained clothes, he felt disgust. He actually fought Carl, who was attempting to kill him. Like him, Carl was a mafia boss who detested Ace Luna.

He almost killed him until the police came to the scene and he ran away. Now one of his men has invaded his home.

“Simon!” 

The ladies trembled in fright when he called. They swallowed deeply and made a valiant effort to keep their eyes on the ground.

He rolled up his sleeve, whispered angrily, " Show me where the bastard is and make the tools ready." Simon bowed and led the way to the cell where he holds hostages.

…

Ace Luna

I didn't choose to lead such a risky lifestyle. When I was 12, my father forced me to join the mafia.

He gave me a small rifle and ordered me to murder the woman tasked with putting an end to his life. He forced me to do it even though I initially resisted because I was afraid to.

I didn't have the childhood I wanted. My child was hella bloody, unlike everyone else's. Father made me watch him slit someone's throat or cut their head free from their body, among other things.

When I turned 18, he imprisoned me in a motel room with five prostitutes, who forced me to lose my virginity and raped me.

Since then, I have started having pleasure with women. 

He made me a ruthless person and convinced me that our happiness comes from making other people suffer and be afraid. I'm glad I'm living that life. I put on my leather gloves and entered the cell where Simon was thrashing the fool mercilessly.