LOGIN
"I'll go," Lokie muttered, the words barely left her lips as she forced them out.
Gorge froze, paused and turned to the young girl that was all covered in blood. Almost like she just escaped a blood bath.
"Take me instead." She added.
A smile spread on his lips, he let out a knowing laughter.
"And how can I trust it?" He pointed out, "you aren't exactly one to be trusted"
Lokie bit her lower lips, the urge to close the distance between them and snap his neck out of his body was like a needle buried in her flesh.
She wanted to laugh, and tell him he couldn't truly trust the words that left her lips but then, she caught sight of Dawn, held captive with the sharp edge of the knife resting on her neck.
A prickle of blood ran down her skin.
Dawn stared pleadingly at Lokie, silently begging her not to do anything stupid.
"Fuck!" Lokie cursed, hating how much she wanted to end all of them but couldn't.
Her eyes found Dawn again and without thinking, she let down her guards. Her knife fell on the floor, three men rushed up and grabbed her holding her in position.
A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she watches them do everything it takes to hold her in place. And in truth, she wasn't sure they would stop her from killing if she wanted to.
"Fucking let her go!" She growled again.
They bind her hands behind with a rope and force her to sit. They tighten her to the chair.
"Not so fast," George pushed Dawn on the floor and stepped on her head, forcing her to face the floor.
"I can't be sure you'd do exactly what I want" he paused, swung the knife around his finger before holding it firmly, "until then, I'll make sure she stays locked up."
"Bastard!!" Lokie roared and tried to move but the rope binding her to the chair kept her rooted.
"Call me whatever," George groans in utmost satisfaction, "as long as you are going to make this deal work, then I'm cool with everything."
Lokie was about to speak when George signaled to the guard that stood next to her and before she knew it, his hand landed hard against the back of her neck and the rest was blurry and darkness.
She didn't know how long it took, but when she woke up again, she was in a partially dark room but not in the same dress.
Her blood stained dress was changed to a white dress at knee level. George stood right next to her and Dawn, to her left.
The first thing she did was meet Dawn's eyes and silently inquire if she was already.
As if understanding, Dawn nodded.
Only then did relieve rushed down her spine. He took in a deep breath then faced the closed door in front of her.
"If you obediently get married to Enzo without causing a scene, I give you my word to let Dawn live a normal life and never interfere with her life again." He assured.
But Lokie wasn't a fool to believe and rely only on his words.
"I can't be trusted," she looked up and found his sternly composed face, "and so are your words."
She knew George, he was her father. The man who had birthed her and trained her to be merciless and a killer.
Everything she knew was taught by him, and never had he ever seen her as a daughter. Except now of course, that he wishes for forge alliance with the Moretti's.
"As expected." He echoed.
The door behind pushed opened and one of his guards walked in and handed him a contract.
"Here, sign." He informed.
Lokie was about to deny when George said.
"Dawn confirmed everything in it, signed and let's get this over with." He pressed.
Lokie looked up and Dawn nodded. Taking that as a yes, she went ahead and signed the contract believing it's the only way to set her sister free from her father's hold.
"Good, now, let's proceed." George informed.
The large door in front of them creaked open and they were greeted by the sight of men in black, all lined up at the entrance like a pole of statues designed to decorate the room.
They walked past the wall of men and stopped before a man in a grey suit. His back facing them, but from the look of things, he was well built with heavily broad shoulders.
She watched George led Dawn to a corner. They stood in silence and waited for God to know what.
"Everything ready?" A heavy voice echoed from behind her. She couldn't turn so she waited for the man to approach.
An old man of his late fifties walked past her and stopped next to the man in a grey suit. She couldn't tell whom her supposed husband was so she asked.
"Okay, so...who am I going home with?"
Both men turned to her, both held the same level of stun and intrigued as they stared at her.
For a bride to be, she was bolder and certainly not the type of wife Enzo had imagined. He'd thought his wife would be meek, obedient and respectful. Not the woman who would give him more headaches added to his every day's problem.
"Certainly not me" Elias whispered with a half smile tugged on his lips, "because I'm going to be your father in law."
"So, it's you?" She turned to Enzo. A knowing smile lingered on her face as she watched him like a lesson plan laid before her.
Enzo didn't respond, rather, he looked away.
The priest came forward, a young man of his mid twenties with red hair and a tattooed face that looked nothing like a priest.
His eyes flickered with something sinful when he gaze found Lokie before he smiled and turned to Enzo.
"Let's get you married, brother."
One of the men in black that stood like a decorated statue moved and pushed her wheelchair forward and stopped when she was next to Enzo.
The priest spoke, just kike priest do. Lokie heard nothing and only chanted the chorus that was required of her. So did Enzo. He didn't bother sparing her a glance.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife." The priest announces, "you may now, kiss your bride." He winked at Enzo who growled before turning to Lokie.
"Don't expect me to be gentle." He didn't give her time to get herself ready and kissed her.
But Lokie did the unthinkable, she bit his lips hard. Pain erupted in Enzo, he pulled away just in time but ended up tearing the corner of his lips, thanks to her.
"Psycho bitch!" He cursed, blood spilling all over his white sleeve.
Lokie licked her bloody lips, and groaned in satisfaction. "Now, we are married." She said, the voice filled with satisfaction and smiles.
"Husband?"
“Right now, the city port is under strict FBI surveillance,” Luca’s voice came through the phone, heavy with exhaustion. “And they’re planning to extend control to every port in New York.” He let out a long breath. “That’s going to be a nightmare to crack. Trust me—you don’t want to know how pissed these guys are. They’re out for blood. They want to take us down at any cost.”He cursed sharply under his breath. “It’s fucking exhausting smiling at these bastards every day like we’re old friends while they’re dreaming of wiping our entire family off the map.” His voice trembled with barely contained rage. He could still see their faces—the cold determination, the pure hatred—whenever photos of the Caruso's flashed across those large screens.“I can’t wait to rip their heads from their fucking bodies,” Michello muttered, eyes gleaming with dark hunger. In his mind, he stood in a dimly lit room, drenched in blood, while their enemies lay slaughtered in pools of their own.“Fucking shut
The dining room felt thick with unspoken tension. Lokie sat at the table with one leg propped casually on the chair, slowly sipping soup from her bowl while shooting dagger-like glares across the room at Enzo.Enzo sat stiffly on the couch, pretending to focus anywhere but on her. Yet every time she lifted the spoon to her lips, he swallowed hard, throat working visibly. He bit down on his lower lip, straightened his spine, and cleared his throat, fighting the urge to lunge forward and snatch the food.A gentle knock broke the silence. The door opened, and Bryan stepped in carrying a bag.Enzo let out a small, audible sigh of relief. Bryan didn’t need instructions. He moved straight into the kitchen, unpacked the food onto a plate, and brought it to the dining table.“Food is served,” Bryan announced quietly.Enzo rose without a word, completely ignoring Lokie as he took a seat at the far end of the table. He picked up his fork and started eating.Lokie wrinkled her nose in clear dis
The taxi rolled to a smooth stop. Dawn stepped out onto the pavement, her movements slow and heavy.“Thank you,” she whispered.The driver gave a small, polite smile and nodded before pulling away, the engine roaring as the car disappeared down the road.Dawn stood frozen for what felt like forever—maybe five whole minutes—staring at the massive mansion looming before her. This was supposed to be home. Her home. But it hadn’t felt like one since the day their mother, Dianna, died. And it had only grown colder, darker, after her father married Lokie off.A chill wind swept across her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and sending icy shivers racing down her spine. Every instinct screamed at her to turn around and run. But she knew better. With their father, there was never truly anywhere to hide.She drew in a deep, shaky breath, steeling herself, then forced her feet forward.Guards dotted the property like shadows. Two stood rigidly at the main entrance. Dawn walked between the
The entire living room reeked of blood and tension. Furniture sat slightly askew from the earlier struggle, dark crimson smears staining the floor and couch. Michello strode straight to where Enzo sat, his sharp eyes dropping to the deep gash on his brother’s thigh. His stomach twisted violently at the sight.Rage—hot, protective, and unforgiving—surged through him like fire in his veins.“Who made you bleed?” Michello’s voice cut through the room, ice-cold and deadly.Bryan opened his mouth, but Enzo shot him a sharp look and smacked his arm, silencing him instantly.“It doesn’t matter,” Enzo muttered, jaw tight.“It doesn’t matter?” Michello repeated, voice rising with disbelief.“Hmm.” Enzo hummed, avoiding his brother’s gaze.Michello scoffed, the sound dripping with disgust. He grabbed Enzo by the collar and yanked him forward until their faces were inches apart, feeling the heat of his own breath. “Do you remember the one thing we don’t tolerate in this familia?” His eyes burn
Lokie hummed her favorite song softly under her breath, the melody a fragile thread of calm as she carried the weight of the day on her shoulders. The night air clung to her skin, cool and heavy, but she had chosen to walk instead of hailing a taxi. Each step on the quiet pavement gave her a few precious minutes to breathe, to let the chaos in her mind settle before she faced the house again.She reached the door, her fingers brushing the cool metal handle. With a quiet click, she pushed it open, stepped inside, and eased it shut behind her. The latch caught with a soft finality. When she turned around, the living room stretched before her in dim lamplight—and there he was.Enzo sat motionless on the couch, like a statue carved from shadow and stone, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on nothing and everything at once.Her lips curved into a knowing smile, slow and deliberate. She walked toward him, stopping just a few feet away, close enough to feel the tension radiating from his body.“
Michello’s laughter boomed through the walls of Enzo’s spacious office, rich and unrestrained. He clutched his stomach, shoulders shaking as a single tear slipped from the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek.Enzo sat rigid behind his massive desk, his face twisted in a pained scowl. Every burst of his brother’s laughter felt like salt ground into an open wound. Instead of sympathy, he was getting mocked.“Michi,” Enzo growled, voice low and dangerous.Michello tried to compose himself, wiping at his eyes, but the moment he looked at Enzo again, fresh laughter exploded out of him. “Damn, Enzo… you are cooked.” He exhaled sharply, still chuckling. “For real, brother.”He shifted on the soft, expensive white sofa, trying to catch his breath.“Are you done?” Enzo snarled, staring daggers across the room.Michello pressed his lips together, fighting another wave. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done knowing how much your wife fucked you up.”“Us, you mean?” Enzo raised an eyebrow. On







