LOGINMade men are trained to conceal their emotions if they have one, while those who have no empathy or emotions left in them after years of training are blessed. But what could be the downfall of a Made man? Perhaps, could it be the feeling of humanity? *********** Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca, the eldest son of the Bratva, a Made man, feared by all, except his arranged bride, Ava Morales. Ava, the daughter of a businessman, whose father borrowed money from the Bratva and was unable to pay it back. In exchange for the debt he owed, he gave his daughter out for marriage to the Bratva. Among all three sons of the Bratva, Vincenzo accepted to marry Ava, not because of love, but because she intrigued him and he wanted to see how much he could break her. But what happens when he begins to feel some stir in his chest at the sight of his wife? What happens then, when he sees his wife flirting with other men and his vision is clouded red and filled with the need to chop off the fingers of the man flirting with his wife?
View MoreAVA’S POVIf Vincenzo was expecting me to reply him with a ‘yes’ he must be kidding.It’d be a cold day in hell if I admit I was indeed a virgin, who has never been touched by a man. A scoff rumbled out of my chest as I folded my hands beneath my chest, trying hard not to acknowledge his presence behind me. “You expect me to be untouched? In this 21st century?” I walked further away from him, while trying to make my point clear. “C’mon now, Hubby.”Turning half-way around, I stared into his eyes and for a second, I had no idea if I was tripping, but I saw a flash of anger in his eyes.It disappeared the second it appeared. “In layman terms, I’m not a virgin. I have fucked hot guys who are way more hotter than you could ever be.”His jaw ticked, but a dark smile stretched on his lips. “So you’re acknowledging I’m hot, yeah?”“If that helps you sleep at night.” I proceeded to plop on the bed in my shorts and a shirt I stole from Vincenzo’s walk-in closet.“Since you’re not what you seem
VINCENZO’S POVIgnoring whatever made him smile, I grabbed my phone and walked out of my home office.The hallway was dark and the staff might have probably gone to bed.Halfway through the hall, my phone rang and upon checking who it was, turned out to be the Bratva.“Bratva.” I picked up the call, pressing it against my ear.“I heard about what occurred at the reception. Is your wife okay?” He asked and I almost chuckled.I haven’t checked up on her since our arrival and I didn’t intend to. She has been thrusted into a world of guns, blood, and revenge, so she either fits in or gets herself killed.“She’s fine.” “Don’t forget to consummate your marriage tonight, Vincenzo and bring the evidence over to the clan. The other members of our clan would be waiting to see.”With that said, the old man hung up, leaving me speechless.I have been surprised too many times today and I wouldn’t wish for that shit to happen ever again.First it was some fucker trying to hack into my company’s fi
VINCENZO’S POVSitting behind a mahogany desk in my home office, I typed against the keyboard of the laptop in front of me. And on the screen were merchandise which would be coming from Ireland to Russia.The sudden ringing of my phone made me halt for a second and then I grabbed the phone lying on the desk and picked the call.At first, there was silence, as if the person from the other end was hesitating to speak.I didn’t have the whole damn time in the world to listen to his silence.“How about you get the fuck out of my phone and never call me again?” My brows creased, anger warming its way into my chest.“Bosss…” After the trembling voice came whimpers filled with fear.My fingers halted on the keyboard and I leaned against the swivel chair and exhaled. “Maverick. What is it?”“Okay, Boss. Here is the thing….” He paused again and exhaled. The sound filtering into my ear through the phone.If Maverick, the security leader in charge of my security company, was right in front of me,
AVA’S POVI slammed my lips shut after Vincenzo’s words.There wasn’t a need for argument, if anything, I just had to stay silent and pretend like I believed him.Trusting a Made man like Vincenzo De Luca was no other than preparing a grave for one’s self.…….The car drove into the thick of the night, and the only light illuminating in the dark road happened to be the car’s headlights.I was tempted.Tempted to ask if we hadn’t gotten to what seemed to be his home. The place which would become a home for me too.But that could only get my ass in trouble, so I said nothing and stared out of the car’s window as the chilled air of the night slammed into my face.“Matteo, roll up the window.” Vincenzo commanded and the driver did as he was told, not caring if I was staring out the window or not.“I need the fresh air, roll down the window!” Of all things I was good at, shutting my mouth wasn’t one of them.“You will catch a cold.” Vincenzo’s nonchalant deep voice rumbled out his chest,
AVA’S POVFear, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced made my skin crawl and my heart lodged in my throat.Vincenzo pulled the trigger. He did. He wanted to have me killed, wasn’t that his intention?But why was I still alive? Why was I hearing the sound of my heartbeat drumming in my ears, loud a
VINCENZO’S POVWalter Morales’ face was a shade of red and purple as I twisted his arm harder until he could no longer breath properly.The old man has been getting on my nerves for the longest time and for some fucked up reasons, I couldn’t stand him controlling my wife like he always did.We are
AVA’S POVIf I had thought my Dad was on drugs the day he spoke about giving me to the De Luca family in exchange for the debt he owes them, I was certainly and most definitely joking.Because it’s been three days since then and all of a sudden, I found myself seated in front of the mirror, getting
VINCENZO’S POV“Where is my money, Milano?” I grunted, as if annoyed, because the hell, I was.If there was a word more than annoyed, then I was surely that.This fucker, tied to a chair, covered in blood, sweat and saliva in the middle of one of my abandoned warehouse, stole from me.One hundred






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