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Proposal of Blood and Betrayal

Proposal of Blood and Betrayal

Cerita Pendek · Mafia
Oleh:  Matthew MTamat
Bahasa: English
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Sinopsis

Revenge

Girl Power

Feel-Good Story

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

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Chapter 1
The Moretti family dining hall was not merely a room; it was a mausoleum of beautiful, gilded tension. The colossal, dark mahogany table stretched across the floor like a battlefield, reflecting the icy, fractured light of the crystal chandeliers overhead. This light, meant to signify prosperity, only illuminated the cold steel in the eyes of the men who filled the space. I moved between them, framed by the intimidating, perfectly tailored presence of my foster brothers, Marco and Santino. For twenty years, they had been the twin constants of my impossible life—the formidable shields against a world that wanted me dead, the guardians of my fragile, civilian heart. They were my everything. And tonight, they had become my profound, final disappointment.It was the Annual Reconciliation Dinner, a grotesque spectacle of strained alliances masked by an opulent feast. The air was a suffocating blend of expensive Italian leather, aged scotch, and the unmistakable metallic scent of sheer, supp
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Chapter 2
The flimsy, papery hospital gown was the last remnant of the delicate girl I’d pretended to be. I shed it, along with the lingering scent of antiseptic and the vile, sweet perfume of betrayal that clung to my silk cocktail dress. Seven days. The timer was set. Elena Moretti, the fragile civilian attachment, was dead, and Elena Luciano, the cold, calculating counterweight to two dynasties, was about to be born.I dismissed the Moretti doctor—a man who represented a complicity I could no longer tolerate—and made my way not toward the penthouse security of my old life, but toward the estate’s private armory. This cavernous space, a sanctuary of calibrated lethal force, was where Marco and Santino had taught me the family trade: how to survive. It was here, surrounded by racks of gleaming steel and heavy ammunition, that I had first learned what true power felt like—the weight of a cold Beretta in my hand, a skill my intellectual, civilian parents could never have imagined.Salvatore, the
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Chapter 3
Marco’s threat was a physical blow, cold and metallic, hanging suspended in the confined, mirrored space of the elevator. The scent of his expensive cologne and the faint odor of the gun I knew he carried mingled in the stale air. His fingers dug into my arm—a possessive, brutal pressure that was no longer an act of protection, but a painful reminder of the chains he wanted to replace my safety with. He was no longer my guardian; he was my panicked captor."Let go of me, Marco. The time for issuing commands has passed." My voice was quiet, steady, the command absolute and final.He didn't release me, his breathing heavy and ragged. "The kill-switch, Elena. When? And why? What elaborate, suicidal game have you been plotting? That device isn't a bargaining chip; it's a declaration of war. It can cripple the Syndicate and tear this city apart."Santino finally rushed to the doorway, his eyes darting frantically between us, then back to the open penthouse where Gianna was surely watching,
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Chapter 4
The meeting was orchestrated with the kind of discreet, absolute precision that defined the Luciano Syndicate. We met in a seldom-used, gilded private lobby of the Plaza Hotel, a recognized neutral zone where the presence of a few extra men in dark suits would merely be mistaken for wealthy celebrity bodyguards. My escort, Dante, was a mountainous man of pure muscle, courtesy of the Syndicate. He was silent, unnervingly intimidating, and refreshingly devoid of the proprietary, complicated glances Marco and Santino had always given me.Vincent Luciano was waiting. He wasn't the scarred, grotesque monster the tabloids often painted him to be—not exactly. He was devastatingly handsome, with streaks of silver threaded through his dark, thick hair, and eyes the color of polished jade: cold, expensive, and unyielding. He wore a quiet, bespoke suit that screamed power more loudly than any Moretti flash or display of gold."Elena," he greeted, his voice a low, cultured baritone that held an un
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Chapter 5
The air inside the Metropolitan Opera House was thick, a suffocating mixture of old money, expensive perfume, and an even older, more lethal web of grudges. I walked the red carpet on Vincent Luciano’s arm, dressed in a simple, lethal column gown of bias-cut black silk that plunged into a dramatic, backless V. The Luciano Chain, a blinding torrent of white diamonds, was the only contrast to the stark black fabric and the dark menace of the Mourning Star on my finger.The flashbulbs of the paparazzi were blinding, the whispers of the società lethal. Every click of the camera was a declaration of war.Vincent was every inch the protective fiancé, his posture radiating absolute power. "Remember your role, Elena," he murmured into my ear as we moved toward the main entrance. "Be a vision of silent, unattainable devotion. We are presenting a united front.""I hear you perfectly," I replied, my voice sweet as poison, a promise of calculated obedience.I scanned the opulent, multi-tiered hall
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Chapter 6
My decision was driven by the core principle of survival I had learned from the Morettis: always trust the calculating mind over the emotional one. Marco was prone to explosive, aggressive action; Santino favored subtle manipulation. If Santino was lying, his plan would be devastatingly effective. If he was telling the truth, he was my only safe passage to Isabella.I pulled my hand from his, subtly shaking my head. I crumpled Marco's note and left it in the palm rest of the seat.Vincent, noticing the slight, intimate commotion from the stage, leaned in, his voice polite but firm. "Is everything alright, Elena? You look agitated.""Perfectly," I said, forcing a bright, cold smile. "Santino was just congratulating us on our engagement. A little overwrought, perhaps."Santino gave an elegant, mocking bow to Vincent, a gesture of defeat that felt utterly disingenuous. "Congratulations, Vincent. She's all yours now." He turned to leave, but as he passed my chair, he subtly kicked somethin
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Chapter 7
The tension in the opera corridor was a live wire ready to snap. Two brothers, both heavily armed and ready to kill, stood locked in a stalemate, fighting over the woman they had simultaneously betrayed and relied upon, only to discover a deeper treachery originating from their own mother."She goes nowhere with you, Santino," Marco snarled, pulling his gun free and pointing it dangerously toward the ceiling. "She belongs to me. She is a Moretti asset.""She belongs to the Syndicate now, remember?" Santino retorted, leveling his own weapon, keeping it low but visible. "And right now, the Syndicate thinks I'm her only contact. I take her, I get the information. You chase her, you start a war you can't win. Be smart."I took advantage of their dangerous standoff. "Neither of you are taking me anywhere without my consent." I pressed the Luciano Chain into Isabella's trembling hand, urging her toward the dark, recessed service entrance. "Go, Madrina. Now. I'll handle them. I know the truth
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Chapter 8
Marco and Santino froze, the adrenaline-fueled momentum of their confrontation collapsing under the sheer weight of this new, shocking truth. The idea that their delicate, weeping, supposedly fragile fiancée, Gianna, was a calculating double agent planted by their own father was a reality too enormous to instantly process. Their guns, previously trained on each other, lowered slowly."A spy? Gianna?" Marco whispered, his disbelief palpable. "No. It's impossible. She’s too nervous. Too fragile. She can barely hold a teacup without spilling it.""That's her expertly crafted cover," I argued, my voice urgent. "She’s always fainting, always crying, always needing a hand. It’s the perfect way to distract you both and keep you focused on protecting her vulnerability, rather than scrutinizing her actions. Remember the night they proposed to her? The engagement was at the very same dinner where you forced me to drink the grappa."I looked pointedly at Santino. "Gianna slipped the drink. She go
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Chapter 9
Vincent Luciano’s presence in the orchestra storage room completely shifted the dynamics of the confrontation. He had bypassed the front of house entirely, cutting straight to the chase. His eyes, usually cool jade, were blazing with cold, possessive fury as he surveyed the scene—the overturned chairs, the two Moretti heirs with drawn weapons, and me, trapped between them."My security team tracked the movements of a known Moretti asset—your mother—leaving the perimeter in a hurry," Vincent explained, gesturing toward the shattered door with his Beretta. "When I didn't see you in the Opera box, I knew you were gone. And Santino? You were supposed to be watching my fiancée, not plotting with her."Santino, having instinctively lowered his gun at the sight of the Luciano boss, slowly raised his hands in a gesture of non-aggression. "It's not what you think, Luciano. We were having a necessary family discussion. About Don Moretti's treachery. And Gianna's role as a spy. Elena has actually
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Chapter 10
The basement room felt charged with kinetic energy, a silent explosion waiting for a fuse. Vincent Luciano stood before me, offering a choice that was designed to be no choice at all: immediate, bloody destruction or undeniable, absolute domination.Marco and Santino stood behind me, their stances rigid, their faces etched with a desperate, painful hope. Their fate, and the fate of the Moretti dynasty, hung solely on the words I was about to speak.I looked down at the plain platinum band in Vincent's hand, then at the empty space on my finger where the Mourning Star had rested. I had spent the last week planning my revenge and my escape. But my entire identity, my entire life, was inextricably tied to the two men who now stood ready to accept their ruin. They were my first love, my first heartbreak, and now, my final, impossible choice."Vincent," I began, my voice clear, strong, and unwavering. "You are right. I am stronger than they are. And I am profoundly tired of being an asset.
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