Hey, everyone... So here it is... The end, bye-bye, the story ended, see you all in the next book. Just kidding, I've got more trauma up my sleeves, don't worry, I won't let you guys off the hook easily. xoxo!
Marco»»»◈«««I couldn't tell how much time had passed as Amy and I remained there, amidst the aftermath of chaos. The once-deafening cacophony had quieted, replaced by the distant murmur of men's voices echoing through the air.The reception venue had turned into a graveyard, with bloodied corpses and wounded men and women sprawled across the floor. Limbs lay twisted at unnatural angles, and the stench of death hung heavy in the air. I couldn't bring myself to avert my eyes from her beautiful face. She had been bleeding for what felt like an eternity, and the sight of her pale, bluish complexion sent waves of dread crashing over me. Blood streaked down from her nose and mouth, a reminder of the brutality she endured for me. I touched her cheek, just like I did this morning but she didn't lean into my touch like she always does. There was no warmth left in her.She was cold, too cold... “Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a dream, and I'm afraid that at any moment, I'll wake up
Marco»»»◈«««I dragged my hand down my face, a week since Amy's death had left me hollow. My beard was overgrown, hair disheveled, but I couldn't summon the energy to care about anything.Each day blurred into the next, a relentless cycle of grief and numbness. It was as if a switch had been flipped in my mind, transforming me into someone unrecognizable, consumed by the singular purpose of avenging Amy. Nothing else mattered. Not until I had my revenge would I find any semblance of myself again.But would it really fix anything? Would avenging her death erase the bitter truth that I betrayed her throughout our entire relationship? That she died believing in a love that was never truly reciprocated?I looked around the table and found no one but the men who had one single vendetta, to obliterate the Bruno Family from existence. Each of them had lost someone or something because of the Bruno Family.Santino Bruno, the scum of the earth, was still rotting away in one of our cells. But
Marco»»»◈«««From the rooftop, I observed as the soldiers patrolled the entrances. With steady aim, I leveled my gun at the head of one of the guards.I tightened my grip on the cold metal of the gun. The world around me seemed to slow as I steadied my aim, focusing solely on my target.With a steady hand, I squeezed the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the night, shattering the silence as the guard collapsed to the ground, a crimson stain spreading across his uniform.Instantly, chaos erupted. Soldiers scrambled for cover, shouting and yelling as they searched for the source of the gunfire. But I remained calm, as I swiftly moved to eliminate the next target.I aimed once more, my breath steady and controlled as I lined up my shot. With a sharp crack, another guard fell, his body crumpling to the ground.The night air was dark as I continued to pick off the soldiers one by one, each shot precise and calculated. And within two minutes, we took out everyone that was outside the gat
Marco»»»◈«««"Gabriele Bruno, per favore, si presenti nell'ufficio del preside." (Gabriele Bruno, please report to the principal's office.)I pressed the gun against the secretary's temple, watching her eyes widen in terror as she spoke on the PA system. Scott swiftly tied the principal to his chair, and then he silenced any protest with a strip of tape over the principal's mouth. "Please, don't kill me..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her face.I turned towards the door, which creaked open slowly. Two small shoes stepped tentatively into the room, followed by the rest of the child. He stood before us, no taller than the damn doorknob.Scott and I immediately concealed our guns, exchanging a silent glance. A soldier stationed outside closed the door, leaving the little boy alone in the room with us.The boy's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him: the principal gagged with tape, his hands bound behind the desk, and tears streaming down the secretary's face.
Marco»»»◈«««Niko had an online meeting call with Vincenzo Capone, he had apparently found the exact location of their weaponry and their safe house. "It's situated in a narrow alleyway in the Spaccanapoli district, a spot known as 'Il Silenzio Oscuro'. I'm confident it's the correct address," he said, running a hand through his hair.Niko raised an eyebrow. "All this time, it was in fucking plain sight. Should have fucking known." I looked down at my hands, still stained with Amy's blood. If Vincenzo was correct, there was nothing to hold us back anymore. We could march right into their home and eliminate them one by one. I could finally kill Emilio Bruno and everyone he loved and cared for.This was the moment I had been waiting for..."There's a basement in that establishment, hidden behind a bookshelf on the east wall. Look for a false panel around there somewhere. Slide it open, and you'll find his arsenal," Vincenzo elaborated."And are you certain it's the last copy of the di
Lilianna»»»◈«««Uncle Emilio grabbed my arm, pulling me forcefully down the stairs. Panic surged through me as I struggled to keep up, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty. "But why?" I asked once more, desperation tainting my tone."Lilianna, I don't have time for your questions right now!" he snapped at me, his words sharp with frustration.I yanked my arm out of his grip, frustration boiling over. "What is it that you're not telling me?! Who took Gabriele?! Is it the same person you are hiding me from?!"He stared at me for a few moments before heaving a sigh, his expression softening slightly. "Everything I do is to protect you all. You, Samuele, and Gabriele—"I cut him off, tears burning at the back of my eyes, frustration, and anguish bubbling up inside me, I hadn't seen my little brother in two weeks, "YET YOU FAILED! Gabriele isn't here, he is just a child, Uncle, and he isn't here," I choked out, "Your enemies took him!" He jabbed a finger at himself, "My enemies?! I w
Lilianna»»»◈«««Marco released me with such force that I staggered, barely managing to keep my balance. For a moment, my mind struggled to comprehend the situation; the last memory I had of him was gentle, and everything unfolding before me now felt like a nightmare turned reality.This... this can't be real, can it?Did he really just accuse Uncle Emilio of killing his wife?Gabriele and Samuele's cries echoed through the room, their voices raw with fear and anguish. They pleaded for mercy, but their pleas fell on deaf ears as the men continued their assault on Uncle Emilio. With each blow, his body convulsed in pain, yet the attackers showed no sign of stopping. As I watched in horror, a sense of helplessness washed over me, paralyzing my every move.I reached up to touch my neck, feeling the lingering ache from Marco's vice-like grip. The memory of his touch sent shivers down my spine, as if his hand were still wrapped around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. "Shoot every
Lilianna»»»◈«««Rachel's gaze swept over me, her expression etched with a deep frown. Her eyes lingered on the soldier behind me before they were again drawn to me, to the slap marks on my face, the wounds on my wrists, and my disheveled appearance. The dried-up tears on my cheeks, and my swollen and puffy eyes."She appears to be in pain, she should see a doctor first," Rachel commented."She's in pain? Tough luck. No doctors. You have got a few hours to get her sorted, and I'll be waiting outside."Rachel shot him a disapproving glare but didn't argue. With a resigned sigh, she turned back to me, her expression softening slightly. "I'll take care of you," she murmured, more to herself than to me.She asked me to walk ahead of her as she took me inside her beauty salon. It was empty with no one but Marco's guards stationed outside at every entrance.The salon's atmosphere was oddly quiet, with only the faint sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty space. I was still wearing the s