So, this is a wrap-up. I hope you enjoyed reading about Vector and Lizzy’s chaotic life as much as I loved writing it. If not, well, better luck next time. Either way, thanks for being here and for all the comments, hearts, and encouragement you guys kept coming and made me the happiest writer to ever exist. Seriously, I can’t tell you how much your comments and insights help me drive the plot. Therefore, I always encourage readers to share their thoughts, and I do my best to respond. Anyway, the book might be ending, but the chaos in the Perazzo world will continue to cause havoc. The next book in the series is “PROTECTED BY THE TYRANT,” and it will be out soon, continuing Tony and Cristiana's story as some of you might have already guessed :P.
NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA).* * *[25 YEARS AGO]...“Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”[That boy lies! He lies through his teeth. Let us go!]The woman sobbed while the bunch of men standing across the room with her lover bleeding profusely on their feet stared blankly at her. Patiently waiting to hear what they all were gathered there for, and not just another string of lies that she couldn’t stop spouting.A little boy of about 10 years old was forced to see the poignant moment unfolding in front of him, trembling in his little worn-out sneakers and swallowing hard every time his little eyes were drawn to the bleeding man waiting to be helped. Unfortunately, no one in the room appeared to be in a hurry.Sofia, you're wasting our time!" The man on t
*PRESENT*[LIZZY]“Lizzy, my tummy hurts…am I pregnant?”With my jaw literally dropped on the floor, I watched and wondered with great horror if those words came out of his mouth were real or my fucking imagination.I can’t believe he said that just now. That, too, while stuffing a mouthful of ice cream into his face.“Joey!” I chided gently, watching as he ignored me and continued to devour the ice cream from the cup while rubbing his small tummy. “Why would you say something like that?” God, I was screwed if Laura was here to hear it. Thank goodness she wasn’t home yet.“Our math teacher, Ms Watson, is taking a leave. She told us during class that she won’t be coming for the next three months and that we should behave well when the new teacher arrives.”“Okay? But that didn’t answer my question,” I pointed out.“That’s because I wasn’t done,” he frowned, licking at the spoon before neatly placing the cup back on the table.“Sorry about that. Please continue.”“OK. So, when she left,
[LIZZY]If it weren’t for the loud banging at my door, I could’ve slept past noon.But of course, my happiness wasn’t a delicious piece of cake everyone could digest.Hissing at the annoying sound of a fist against my poor wooden door, I forced myself to sit up, only to realize I slept off on the couch itself.Great. Just what I needed. Note the sarcasm.With another unwilling groan, I pushed myself off the couch and winced. My feet were soaked with some kind of liquid.I cringed.Please don’t tell me I peed in my sleep. I wasn’t even that drunk. Was I?But I had to make sure what it was, right? There was no way out of it.God. This was so embarrassing, even when no one was watching.A sigh of relief escaped, however, after I finally dared to cut down my gaze. It was just water. I might have knocked the glass over during sleep.Some more noisy thudding."Who set their fucking panties on fire?" Grumbling, I stomped across the living room, trying to see through the blurred vision and fu
[LIZZY]Daniel paced the room while I sat on the couch, my head in my hands. He was on the phone. With my entire existence in a whirlwind, I couldn't force myself to focus on a single word he was saying. It was all too much to handle.My heart was racing so rapidly beneath my chest that I thought it may rip out of my ribs. Leaving me breathless, shattered, and devastated. I knew what was going on inside of me. This was a sensation I was all too familiar with. The man I left behind in Venice was solely responsible for turning me into this frantic blight. Even though he never did anything to hurt me, the fear of abandoning him sowed a seed of fear in my bones that I couldn't escape.A part of me was trying to convince myself that six years was a long time to be obsessed with someone. even when there was no commitment involved. He never made us truly exclusive. He never even acknowledged me as his girlfriend. So why should I be concerned about what he would do if he found where I was hid
[UNKNOWN]The chilly breeze of the starless night whispers into my ear, evoking the small hairs on my arm.It’s dark. It’s quiet. It’s perfect.I take a deep breath as I stand in front of the decent white picket house on Nightingale Street. And like every single time in the past, nothing about the situation makes me feel any better.It’s wrong. I know that.It goes against everything I've ever believed in. I know that, too.But if I don't do it today, I might never have the chance again. If I back down now, all of the years I've spent planning for this day would be for nothing.It's not the time to get cold feet. There is no turning back now.With that in mind, I return to the black beat-up automobile parked on the side of the road under the shadow of a tree, a perfect blind spot from all the cameras installed in the neighbourhood. But even if the cops catch the car, it will never lead them back to me. The number on the number plate does not exist, nor does the person who is about to
[TREVOR]You're terrified of Cyrus," Layla says with a click of her tongue, as if that's the only explanation she can think of why I'm not interested in fucking her brains out on the hood of my beat-up Ford.But little does she know, that’s hardly the truth.I’m not afraid of Cyrus Hodge—her ever-loving, forever jackass brother. It's just that I don't see why I should screw up a friendship with a man like him, simply because his twenty-three old sister is super-hot and I can't keep my dick in my pants. Cyrus has been far too protective of Layla since the day she returned from college. We already have our fair share of problems; adding to them doesn't sound like something I'd intentionally make an effort to do.Despite my reputation in The Crows, I usually don't give in to my impulses, or at least I try not to, no matter how badly my hands want to grab this woman by the hair and bend her over.I mean, I would love to fuck this chick, let’s be honest. She looks hot in those tiny denim s
[LIZZY]“Lizzy?” A voice comes from behind and startles the daylights out of me. I turn around on my heels and relax when realize it’s only Mrs Wang from the neighbourhood.It’s been an hour since I reached Nightingale Street. I wanted to go across the road and ask millions of questions about Laura, Daniel and Joey but every time I tried to make a move, a cold fear whispered through me and everything inside me froze.What if they were still out there, hiding in the crowd, waiting to nab me while I’m making a fool of myself, knowing there’s nothing to be done now that all three of them are gone?I know how selfish it sounds to still worry about myself when the Daddario family died trying to protect me. But I don’t know what else to do, if not respect their wish to keep me safe. If I did anything stupid right now, Vector would win and Laura and Daniel's sacrifice would be in vain.And I can’t do that, no matter how much the thought of keeping my safety ahead of my need to grieve what I
[LIZZY] “I thought you were done with this…this life,” I murmured to Marcus as he opened the door of the car—into which they had bundled me and Joey after outsmarting us—and waited for me to get out. Instead of responding right away, as I had hoped, since I knew he still had some humanity left in him after his wife, Julie, convinced him to quit the mafia world and start anew, he simply stood with a blank expression on his face and waited for me to step out and keep moving. With an eye-roll to myself, I glanced down and noticed the five-year-old still sound asleep on my lap. Joey had his little face tucked into the crook of my neck while his arms slung loosely over his tummy. And just like that a sharp pang of guilt pierced my chest, leaving me breathless. The events of the night flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. The explosion. The fire. The ashes hung in the air. The chaos outside their burning house. With all the awful memories came the realizat