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THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God)
Last Updated : 2025-01-12
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“Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Hunter. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…
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THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Twin Shadow
(Dante’s POV / Maria’s POV)Dante’s POVThe dreams came more often now, fragments of a life I couldn’t fully remember. They pulled me into the past like shadows creeping through the cracks of my mind, unsettling and relentless.This time, I was in a sunlit field, the kind of place that felt almost too perfect to be real. Laughter filled the air, bright and carefree. Mine, yes—but not just mine.“Carlo, wait up!”The voice was my own, younger and higher-pitched, full of boyish excitement. I was running through tall grass, chasing after a boy who turned just as I reached him. His face was clear now—dark hair, bright eyes, a smile that mirrored my own.“Catch me if you can!” he yelled, darting away.I felt the rush of happiness, the warmth of innocence. But then, like all dreams, it shifted. The colors dimmed, the laughter faded, and the world became darker.The field was gone. We were in a small room now, huddled together as the sound of gunfire erupted outside. Carlo’s hand was in mine
Last Updated : 2025-01-12THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Storm Brews
(Maria’s POV)The rain tapped against the tall windows like a warning, steady and insistent. The Vincenzo mansion was quiet, but not in the way that felt comforting. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, like a storm building just beneath the surface.I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the blurred city lights in the distance. My thoughts were tangled, an endless loop of fear, anger, and despair. Dante’s coldness, Pietro’s manipulations, and the growing sense that this house was a cage with no escape—it all pressed down on me.My hand moved absently to my phone on the side table. I hadn’t touched it in days. What was the point? My life had been stripped down to survival. The only people I could contact were either dead or didn’t care to hear from me.Still, I unlocked the screen. Muscle memory led me to an app I hadn’t opened in years, one I used before I had been forced back into this life. As I scrolled through, something stopped me cold.A notification. Elena S
Last Updated : 2025-01-12THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Maria’s Despair
(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake. The stare of my dad as he breathed his last.I barely left my room, the pressure of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago and deprived me of the joy of becoming a Nun—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverber
Last Updated : 2025-01-12THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) Maria’s Despair
(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake.I barely left my room, the weight of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverberating in my mind.“I was the man who took your innocence.”The first time I left my room was
Last Updated : 2025-01-07THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Night of Blood
(Maria’s POV)The dinner had left me on edge, the tension between Dante and my father hanging over us like a looming storm cloud, thick and oppressive. I could feel it in Dante’s grip on my arm as we stood to leave the table—a tightness that spoke volumes. His silence wrapped around me, heavy and suffocating, far more impactful than anything he might have said.The moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold light over the sprawling grounds of my family’s estate. I stared out of the window of Dante’s car as we drove away, the gentle buzz of the engine doing little to calm the dread clawing at my chest. Something was wrong—I could feel it.“Dante,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you planning?”His sharp profile remained stoic, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t answer, and his silence felt like a noose tightening around my neck.The memories came unbidden as we entered the city, each familiar landmark pulling me back to my childhood. I remembered running through th
Last Updated : 2025-01-07THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God) The Dinner of Deception
(Maria’s POV)It was the night of the dinner and the dining room was a battlefield disguised with crystal chandeliers and white tablecloths. The long table was laden with an opulent feast—roasted meats, golden bread rolls, and the finest wines Italy could offer. Yet, the tension in the air made every bite taste bitter.I sat near the end of the table, the hem of my dress gathered in my hands beneath the tablecloth. Salvatore, my father, occupied the head of the table, his voice booming with his usual bravado. Opposite him, Vincenzo’s stony silence was a sharp contrast, his eyes cold and calculating as he watched every move Salvatore made. It was my own house but I felt so uncomfortable. I was so tensed that my palms were wet.Dante sat beside Vincenzo, his expression a mask of indifference. But I knew better. His fingers tapped the edge of his wine glass, his jaw tightening every time Salvatore opened his mouth.“Naples has always been under Salvatorian influence,” papa declared, lift
Last Updated : 2025-01-05
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