UNBREAKABLE BONDS (Diff’rent Strokes #1)

Three years later...I walk into the club at night, nodding that the bouncers who paid their respects to me. The place is lit and filled as it should be with the loud booming sounds echoing through my ears. Everyone around me and my guards are dancing and gyrating their bodies against each other but I pay no attention to them as I walk by, my clear destination is heading towards that black door that is far within my sights. One of my men opens the door for me and a man with blonde hair approached me and bows his head slightly and I nod in response. On a normal day, I would be smiling with Frederico, my second-in-command but tonight was not a night for pleasantries and he knew it. "Where is he?"Frederico tipped his chin to the direction of our prisoner and takes a step back. I grab the chair that is offered to me and then I sit opposite my prisoner. "Emiliano, you have some explaining to do. Where is my money?"My prisoner tries to open his swollen eyes as his whole face is a bloody

A few minutes later, when I come out of my uncle's study and begin to descend the stairs, my ears perk up at a woman's faint groan of pain from a distance so I stop halfway. My hand trembles sightly at the knowledge that a pitiful female was getting beaten up by her husband but there is nothing I can do to help. This was the sad fate of any woman connected to the Mafia. This was the reason I struggled to be inducted as a Made Man. It wasn't ideal for a woman to be a Capo anywhere but there were two rare cases in my Costa Nostra, mine and the Boss's grandmother. Her bravery gave me the strength and courage to fight for a better life and I succeeded. I was now untouchable and feared by any man in this region. I snap out of my deep thoughts when I hear another sound so I descend down the stairs and see my friend on the floor. My eyes widen at the pool of blood beside her as she curls herself in a defensive position on the white-tiled floor. I immediately run to her side to check on he

When we returned back to Diff’rent Strokes territory, it took the convicting of my second-in-command and everything in me not to put a bullet in Davide's head. He was my cousin but I was higher than him in rank so it was very disrespectful for him to call such a shot in the presence of my men. He had always wanted to outdo me since we were little but it seemed like his plan didn't work out so he thought that he could use my uncle's authority to suppress me. That's why I was hoping that our Underboss, Vincenzo Corsi was finally going to grant my wish of ending this bastard's life this time because it seemed like he was totally pissed by the sudden change of plans. We were both summoned to his office where we stood in the tense atmosphere that seemed to chill under Vincenzo's dark gaze. He stared at Davide. "Who did you say sent you to kill Gavino?"Davide couldn't even lift his eyes as he looked down on the floor with his tail between his legs. "I-It was m-my father. H-He said t-that

I drove back to Gavino's place where almost all his stuff was gone thanks to Diff’rent Strokes' sacred policy but still I scoured the place looking for any clues to my friend's whereabouts. I already had some suspicions in my heart but I wasn't the type to take useless risks so all I needed at the moment was some kind of confirmation. I enter his office and look around but there is nothing substantial to be seen after searching for a long time. I turn around to leave when my eyes rest at the mahogany table and my memories return to me. It was back when I had just returned to Nevada and my father was already planning to remarry me as soon as possible in order not to lower my price value in the marriage market but he was still unaware of my pregnancy. I remember coming to this place because it was the least expected place and I hid under the table when my father finally came. My eyes tears up at the past but the present where Gavino is no longer around so I continue to walk away when a

My uncle's smile falters on his face after everyone hears my words but I don't give a damn. He is the one who tried to sell me like I am some sort of goods on a market but he made the wrong move. Any other woman might allow this insult go........but not me, Marcella Andreotti. I meet his glare eye to eye as the room is still drowned in silence until someone approaches us with a friendly smile. He stretches out his hand and says to me. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Marcella. You are as beautiful as they said.""Hey, were you f*cking deaf when I said I was married? Who is the Miss here?" I bristle at his comment and ignore his hand sticking out to my direction. Although it seems like I am acting a little bit rash in the eyes of the women present, I have my reasons. There was no way I was going to marry this man. Of all the Capos in Diff’rent Strokes, Aurelio Zanetti was the most ruthless and most merciless one. He was also the Underboss's favourite and he only worked on special missi