LOGINShe's broken. The father she loved and the city she calls home broke her and there are no pills or injections that can heal her. Her blood calls for blood. Her abusive father had paid for it first and it cost him his life. It's Brakstone City's turn. Revenge has never been this bloody sweet. ••• READERS SHOULD BE 18 YEARS OLD AND ABOVE • STRONG LANGUAGE • MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT •GORE SCENES AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
View MoreI walked blindly, my body shaking as I tried to find my way back towards the boutique where I purchased the three pairs of expensive shoes. The moment I saw the stranger that has my father’s face I felt like I was choking on the air I breathed. I wish I could feel anything other than the torture and pain I had gone through in his hands, but as I continue to walk, the more morbid my mind went through.I killed him. I know I do. His remains remained untouched in the old mansion and yet I saw him conniving with one of Vincenzo’s men.Then who the heck did I see?Father is dead. I made sure of it. It can't be him. There's no way in hell that that was my father. It can't be true. Or maybe I'm just hallucinating and seeing things I wanted so badly to forget. Probably, a price I needed to pay for refusing to bend down and succumb to everything I have been through. And no, I refuse to be in his shadow again. Or maybe all this time I am still in his shadow only I did not walk behind him I was
Now, if you ask me where I would be ten years after killing my father I would enthusiastically say prison or six feet below the ground. Hitting the streets was a suicidal move especially because I didn't know a thing about living outside the basement of my father's mansion. But like a shadow in the dark, I blend in easily with minimal setbacks. You probably know the story of why I let a woman con me into living in an orphanage so I won't tell anymore.Last night while visiting the attic I stumble on a box full of old pictures and certifications. You wouldn't probably believe what a treasure it was. They said to know your enemy you must retrace their past and I did just that. By looking through the old photographs and early certifications on the legal business side of the organization I uncover secrets worth keeping.The woman wearing red lipstick, (sorry but I did not know her name would be relevant to the story), yes the one who fooled me into joining the orphans was
Now I'm torn between selling Rose's house or keeping it since I sort of moved in with Vincenzo. Vincenzo, of course, wanted me to sell it, ensuring that I would be totally and completely dependent on him in the remaining weeks before our graduation.Gosh, what I have created?It had been three days since that night when I killed Bill and Vincenzo brought me to his home. It had been a dream come true. Later that day I realized, making Vincenzo trust me and infiltrating the organization had been the only easiest parts. The real challenge is to become one of them and to be able to hold a spot within their circle aside from being Vincenzo's fúckbuddy.Maybe if I kill Matias…I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the
My first live torture show happened at two in the morning while Vincenzo was sound asleep. It wasn't my intention to watch such a show but as I snoop around their freaking palace the first thing I stumbled was a bloody man slumped on the floor while a menacing-looking man, maniacally laughing while he cut and punch the poor man.To some, it might sound serious and life-changing, but to me, it just makes me curious and excited. It's different when I'm the one doing the deed or I'm on the receiving end of such brutality rather than just being a voyeur reaping the benefits of it. I know I'm being hypocritical, prancing around with my imaginary sword, pretending to be noble but the moment the curtain closed my soul's true color bleeds its true nature.Nicholas had been right and I've been too angry to see the truth.The agonizing cry snapped me out of my internal monologue. Immediately, I felt giddy I could not almost suppress it. It feels like there's a bubble grow
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