Lethal Business: The Mafia's love game

Xavier “Everything is ready, sir. Should I take care of it? Or do you--” I shot my head up at the direction of my underboss, Enzo. “No, I want to have some fun with this one, Enzo. My face should be the last thing that he sees.” Those words hurt me to say, but I have to exert my dominance. Being weak is not an option. No one crosses Xavier Castello and gets away with it. Honor and loyalty are two words we hold dear in Cosa Nostra. I can tolerate just about anything, but betrayal is definitely not one of them. If I let go of everyone who crossed me because of sentiments, I would be a dead man. I didn't get my title as don from being a weak little bitch. “Let's go!” I ordered, getting up from my swivel chair and shutting the door to my study. Our convoy moved with speed and stopped right outside the estate of one of my father's most trusted men, Benicio Morales. I walked into his room where he and his wife Beatrice, were sleeping soundly. How could the damn bastard sleep afte

Ariana I was still in shock, the pain radiating from my cheek did not seem to reduce. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't stay focused on that at the moment. The whole house is three times what my dad's house was, that is, before those cruel men broke in and trashed the place. There was so much blood everywhere. I can't even understand how this became my reality. My mum, dad and brother, they're all gone. Andy was just lying there, lifeless. I screamed so loudly when I saw him. I stayed in cellar, but I couldn't act like I wasn't hearing the gunshots, or the screams. My little brother whom I hadn't seen in over ten years, was gone. Yes, we were two years apart, but he was still my little brother. The only time we ever talked was on the phone. Video calls, voice calls... Even if we weren't in the same city, or country, it was fine. As far as I could see his face, I was fine. Today, I turned twenty. I just couldn't stand being apa

Ariana The next morning, Camilla called me into Lucky's office. It seemed like he was a man of his word. It turned out the only person I trusted was the daughter of the consigliere and a bloody good lawyer. I signed the contract then headed back to my room. Every single part of it was just wrong. It said the man practically owned me. He could do whatever the hell he wanted, specifically, have me whenever he wanted. Some part of me wanted to go silent on Camilla but I didn't balme her. This was the life she was born into. Her job was just to deliver the contract it wasn't like she drew it up. The knife I kept under the mattress was the first thing reached for when I got into my room. I paced the floor of the room clinging tightly to my blade. I didn't want anything to catch me off guard. What did Lucky mean by pet? Was he really going to touch me funny? The hand in the chest, why did Arturo send it? How was I going to get out of here? Playing this sick game of his wasn't going

Ariana “I hesitated! I had him and I hesitated!” My lower teeth sunk into my lips as he grabbed my cheeks. It hurt, a lot. “I'm sorry, please let me go.” No matter how loud I screamed he didn't listen. “That's all for today!” He said before pulling me in the direction of the others. Today is the day I take my last breath, I'm sure of it. “Boss, what happened? Are you okay?” Lorenzo saw the blood flowing from his arm. Xavier bit back a curse, ”I'm fine. You guys can have your fun, we're going home!” I thought he was going tell to them what happened and have me killed, but he didn't. Instead, he drove us home. Xavier got into his study and didn't come out for a long time. My whole body was shaking. I wondered what he was going to do to me. “Shit, shit, shit!” Why didn't I kill him? Why on earth did I hesitate? That man killed my whole family, he gloats about it every moment he gets! This wasn't my last chance to kill him. I have other chances, that's, if he lets me live.

ArianaI stood in front of the dressing room mirror, staring at my reflection. I hadn't realized it until now, but I haven't showered since the archery incident. When Lucky said we were going out I was too tensed. The memory of the arrow whizzing past my ear made me shudder.Camilla walked in for the second time and I hadn't moved from where I was standing. She sighed, “What's the problem Ari?” Cam was so oblivious to my distress. There's was no way I'm going out feeling like this. I turned, my eyes scanning my body. "I feel... dirty," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Camilla raised an eyebrow. "Dirty? What do you mean?"I hesitated, unsure how to explain. "I haven't showered since... since the archery range." The words spilled out, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.Camilla's expression softened. "Oh, Ari, it's been barely four hours, are you some kind of germophobe?“ I shuddered again, the memories flooding back. "It's not just the sweat. It's like I can still fee