LOGINThis is the first time I have introduced my characters six chapters into a story. I am doing this because the pace of the book will start to get faster, and if the characters get confusing, you can come back to this chapter.
Mercy is a diverse town where people stay, and businesses are owned by the same families for generations. In Mercy, there are two Mafia families who have had a truce for the last decade.
The old Dons are talking about settling down and having their sons take over the business. Hael and Damien are the sons destined to rule the empires, but with two new Dons at the helm, proving themselves as leaders sometimes means old ties need to be cut and new contracts are fought for, new territories built and a new rule will reign as they see fit, no matter the cost.
Raymond is Ari’s best friend.
He is a force to be reckoned with, grew up in foster homes, is openly gay, and was bullied in school until one day Ariana sat down beside him, and they became instant besties. Ariana is his family, and he would do anything for her. Raymond is a black man with a flamboyant personality and secrets that powerful men are looking to capitalize on, but he is not to be mistaken for a buttercup; this man has claws, and he knows how to use them.
Max is Hael’s best friend.
Max is the problem solver. He looks out for Hael, is fiercely loyal, and often blurs the lines of right and wrong to gain an advantage in any situation; nobody knows that he’s carried a torch for the enemy's daughter. His family has been connected to Hael’s family for generations, the second in line, the trusted council to the Wilders for generations. Max is Haels right hand.
Daniel, the heir of the opposite criminal family.
Daniel is a nice guy who's caught up in family politics, even though all he wants to do is play football, hang out with his friends, settle down, and start a family. He and Ariana are friends, but as he grew older and Ariana's father laid down the law, they put some distance between them. Daniel hides a secret that could blow up the entire family if it gets out, and even though Gabriella covers for him, the risk of getting caught isn't enough for either of them to stop protecting each other.
Hannah O’Leary is the twins' nanny.
She is the live-in Nanny who has become more like a grandmother to the twins and a mother to Ariana and Raymond. She doesn’t talk about her past, and whenever anyone brings it up, she shuts down. Some think she is running from a jealous lover; others whisper she may be undercover as an agent, but for the family she looks after, Hannah is an angel, and they wouldn't know how to cope without her.
Gabriella, Daniel’s sister
She is a powerhouse, a fiery woman secretly running her family from the shadows. A promised betrothal between Gabriella and Hael, a pact that holds two rival families at bay, is a fool's promise made by old men. Gabriella has her eyes firmly set on the right-hand man of a rival house, and Hael only has eyes for one woman. So many players on the chessboard, too many variables to place bets on only one, but things can't stay unsettled forever.
There are many more characters in the story, minor roles with major impact, and those I will leave nameless; I wouldn't want to spoil the ending, after all.
Happy reading!
Gabriella stood on the driveway, sunglasses shielding her eyes as she formulated a plan. No one ever told her what she could or couldn't do, least of all some ill-mannered coward hiding behind a microphone while his men took care of business."What do we know about Nick Corleone? Does anyone have reception on their phone? Google him so we know what we're dealing with." Max and Daniel both started tapping away on their phones while Hael ignored her, which was par for the course with him. Hael wouldn't even look at anyone but Ariana, and if Gabby had any feelings for him, she would be deeply offended. But as much as both parents hinted at the two of them marrying to unite the two families, Gabby's attention had been claimed by someone else since she was five."There isn't much on him: a few high-society romances, brief, with no scandals, no major illegal activity; he regularly gives to charities and champions the underprivileged. Just your average good Samaritan." Daniel reported back,
Ray saw the fuzziness of oblivion closing in on him and felt his life, as colorful as it was, flash before his eyes. He was almost reaching out to his father's hands when Nick's hands released him, and Ray fell to the ground, desperately gasping for air."How dare you treat my best friend like that!"Ray watched from his position on the ground as his tiny-framed friend slapped Nick for all she was worth, a string of Italian falling from her lips so naturally that she must have spoken it fluently. Big bad Nick looked confused for a minute, his hand reaching up to cover the side of his face she'd slapped, and then he began to grin."I like my woman feisty.""I like my men humble." Ariana broke eye contact with Nick, turning instead to rush over to Ray, tripping over nothing as her body tried to navigate the straight path. She was clearly drugged, but as Ariana slid, Ray halted her tumble with his own body."What the fuck is going on here?" Raymond wheezed, and Ariana realized this may b
Daniel watched in horror as Ray was escorted inside the house. There were four armed security guards left, pointing their weapons at them, and Gabby sidled up to him. "Watch this."She looked entirely unbothered, her expression a mask of absolute calm. Her feet shifted subtly as she walked, like a panther rolling her hips seductively. Daniel had watched Gabby execute this particular move dozens of times and had to fight the roll his eyeballs wanted to make; Gabriella anchored her weight into a low, stable stance. She didn't look at the gun; her eyes remained locked on her target. In a flash of fluid motion, she stepped inside the line of fire, shifting her torso sideways as she closed the distance. Before he could pull the trigger, Gabriella's left hand slammed into the back of his gripping hand. Simultaneously, her right hand drove upward, striking the base of his palm with brutal force.Gabriella twisted his wrist sharply downward and inward, forcing the joint in the wrong directio
Nick was the youngest of five boys, all heirs to Michael Corleone's criminal empire. Since he was the last-born, Nick was given the scraps, and as he got older, the nickname "Scraps" stuck. Now, at twenty-seven, instead of licking dear old Dad's bootstraps, he'd amassed his own empire and carved out his name in the family business.Buying his home in the Quaint little town of Mercy was a covert way to expand his business interests, as long as he could control or buy out the original families. Nick was no stranger to being the underdog, and he'd approached this problem as he had every other in his life. Slowly and methodically, he'd collected dossiers on each of his competitors: Daniel and Gabriella Barone, the heir and heiress of the local gambling bars and casinos, fronts for the money laundering conducted for their family name, and Hael Wilder, sole heir and underboss for the construction and hospitality business, among other things. He knew their strengths and weaknesses, the fami
Hael's car roared towards him, showing no signs of stopping, and Daniel couldn't even be bothered to get out of the way. Of course, the prick was a good driver and stopped just a hair's breadth before impact.He got out of his car with storms crackling in his eyes, and Daniel thought to himself how, today, Hael looked every inch a Wilder. He yanked open the door to Daniel's Mercedes and dumped himself into the passenger seat. A faint smell of whisky and cigarettes lingered on him, and Daniel turned to meet the wrath in Hael's voice. "Look, I don't give a fuck about any rivalry between us right now; just let me know how it happened.""Look, man, we were having ice cream at the place she loves in Rosewood, and the next thing I know, I'm zip-tied to my fucking chair and Ariana's being thrown into a van!" Daniel rubbed the back of his neck in frustration, more at how long it took him to get untied than anything else, while Hael exhaled heavily.There was more erratic driving coming towar
The van rolled to a stop. There were a few moments of blissful silence before a black hood was pulled over Ariana's head and the door swung open."Move, little girl."One of the Neanderthals who snatched her shoved Ariana out of the door, where a pair of rough hands stopped her from falling on her face. Without a word, rough hands took hold of her, guiding Ariana to wherever she needed to be.She only had sound and smell to use now; there was no point in talking, so she didn't bother. The air went from smelling like straw to smelling like cow shit, and she had to fight to keep her stomach contents where they belonged. They had to be on a farm, which matched her inner map as they drove.As they drew closer to what must be the main house, Ariana heard one of her favorite bands playing through the house system, and she found it oddly appropriate that "Crawling" greeted her as one hand opened the door, guiding her inside.Expensive cologne assaulted her nostrils, and her footsteps echoed







