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Twenty One

Author: PEACHES
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LILLIANA

I was told that my mother often indulged herself in reading, sometimes dousing the long hours of the day as she drew her solace from it. Being the wife of a mafia wasn’t easy.

Little information about her marital relation with my father, Dante Moretti, was given to me. But, from what I had gathered, my mother was an insightful woman with beauty, a perfect pedigree, and good manners that were required by the man of wealth and reputation.

In one of her old books—‘The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall’ written by Anne Brontë, she had scribbled on the last page that love, in whatever form, was worth it.

I didn’t need people to vouch that Dante was far from a perfect husband. But my mother’s joyful existence, progressive mindset, and independence made me curious about her happy place.

How does a woman of her quality continue with her conjugal duties with a man like Dante?

Maybe, she tasted love, even for a short duration, good enough to last her a lifetime.

Love, in whatever form, was wo
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  • The Monster's Nemesis   Twenty Four (2)

    DOMINIC “Let me finish.” I put a finger on her lips, quieting her. “It was wrong of me to blame you for my family’s troubles. I have known you for what you are, and that’s all that should matter to me.” Her lips began to part slowly as I watched a myriad of emotions warring with each other, but Lilliana quickly closed her mouth. “I don’t understand this, Dominic,” she stuttered, waving her hand. “I don’t understand you. You behave sweet one day, and the next day, you are someone else.”At that moment, I wished I could tell her in simple terms how frustrated it made me—that the mysterious air around her irks my suspicious senses like an alarm. That every skeptical incident in our lives was a warning bell before the calamity strikes.However, I knew it was no excuse to act on one’s worst fears.“You don’t understand, Lilliana, because we never attempted to know each other. But I want to remedy our situation now. I am tired

  • The Monster's Nemesis   Twenty Four

    DOMINICBetween Viktor and me, we had our fair share of strong and weak points. He was Machiavelli’s protégé, but was also quick to temper. I, on the other hand, could never grasp the concept of scheming and plotting, but I was far cool-headed and collected, hardly resorting to hot-headedness. I always knew what I wanted and why I wanted—having complete control of my life. If I had deemed something inapt or incorrect, I made it a point not to indulge myself in it. Until Lilliana happened. Even though the self-imposed separation between us battered me more than it did any good, it made me realize my steely determination. I had set my mind on this girl without even knowing the consequences, and for the first time, I had let the consequences be damned. I thought of all the good things she has made me feel, aside from the looming suspicions of her being. Time and again, I badgered her to open up her secrets, but I had done

  • The Monster's Nemesis   Twenty Three

    LILLIANA Sixteen days. Three hundred and eighty-four hours and counting. Back in the day, I mistakenly picked up a soppy, romantic novel, just for the sake of killing time, and I read how the female protagonist was counting the hours of separation from her beloved man. It seemed utterly pathetic and counterproductive to me. Now, the joke was on me. The small break I got between waiting tables and doing inventory for the cafe, I was mentally counting the days and hours without even realizing the futileness. I should have been planning and scheming, finding a way to slither back into Dominic’s life to wreck the happiness his family was enjoying at

  • The Monster's Nemesis   Twenty Two

    DANTE MORETTI Revenge is sweet, but power even sweeter. And together, it tastes like an elixir of the Devil. Right now, as I stood by the window of the hideout apartment, feeling the cold and wet gusts of wind of Chicago, I could sniff the essence of revenge and power lingering in the air. The only thing missing was the stench of blood and dead bodies. I waited twenty-five years for this—to feel Chicago’s soil underneath my feet, to walk the streets like I had owned it once upon a time, and to throttle my enemies with bare hands, watching the bloodbath as it would unfold. Twenty-five years ago, Alessandro Romano began to play God and Satan to this city, controlling and gaining wealth like it was his fucking birthright. Drugs, guns, gold, and diamonds—every illicit trade was either his or under his subjugation. They called him the Scorpion. The name had nothing to do with stupid astrology and everything t

  • The Monster's Nemesis   Twenty One

    LILLIANAI was told that my mother often indulged herself in reading, sometimes dousing the long hours of the day as she drew her solace from it. Being the wife of a mafia wasn’t easy.Little information about her marital relation with my father, Dante Moretti, was given to me. But, from what I had gathered, my mother was an insightful woman with beauty, a perfect pedigree, and good manners that were required by the man of wealth and reputation. In one of her old books—‘The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall’ written by Anne Brontë, she had scribbled on the last page that love, in whatever form, was worth it. I didn’t need people to vouch that Dante was far from a perfect husband. But my mother’s joyful existence, progressive mindset, and independence made me curious about her happy place.How does a woman of her quality continue with her conjugal duties with a man like Dante? Maybe, she tasted love, even for a short duration, good enough to last her a lifetime.Love, in whatever form, was wo

  • The Monster's Nemesis   Twenty

    DOMINIC Two weeks later“So, that’s it? He called, and you agreed without feeling the need to inform any of us?” I asked, trying hard to suppress my anger with bewilderment. The only reason I cut Luca some slack because he was back from the hospital one day ago, and taking two bullets for a family member meant something to me.But gratefulness only got so far. “Matteo said he had to take care of some urgent business for the Boss.” Luca turned his head towards Viktor, who was sitting on the chair behind the polished wooden table, his eyes intensely fixed on Luca. “So, I didn't interrupt him. Ma’am was getting late for the event, so I went alone and took a few security guards with me,” he narrated with a slightly shaky voice. His gaze kept bouncing between both of us, hoping to pardon him of his mistake. Sitting across from Viktor, I coolly met his eyes and r

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