All Chapters of The Monster's Nemesis: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LILLIANAEveryone on this face of the earth is born with a purpose—some greater aim or ambition, or what some people liked to say—a dream.I, Lilliana Moretti, was bred for revenge. A vengeance that ran so deep in my veins that it became my identity now. I lived, breathed, and existed for retribution.The downfall of the Romanos.The rivalry between the Crime Families in this Windy City, Chicago, was like bedtime stories for the children. We were so used to the blood that it hardly bothered anyone anymore. It was the city of chaos, blood, and madness. No one cared to bat an eyelid whenever shit got real.Maybe my family—the Moretti family—did the same until the war was brought to our doorstep, leaving a trail of dead people, including our own blood.The Romano Family was the most powerful Crime Family ruling the city then and still now. Every family, every boss, and every man—whoever went against them was taken down so mercilessly that even the Gods questioned the sanity of these men—

THREELILLIANADAY 1As I sat by the bed, enjoying the ramen as my lunch for the day, I wished I had learned a little bit of cooking by now to survive all by myself. As it turned out, I had only mastered how to swing a knife at another human and not very successfully at chopping vegetables."This man is going to break my bed even before we do anything on it," I muttered under my breath, munching on the hot noodles.Dominic Romano's six-feet-plus muscular body was twisting and turning on my bed. The pain-killer was beginning to wear off, making him writhe and thrash in pain while the bed creaked under the weight of his solid muscular frame.Putting down the bowl of noodles on the floor, I stood up and retrieved the syringe from the cabinet and pushed it into his arm. The guttural groaning died down within seconds and lured him back to unconsciousness. DAY 4Replacing his bandages every twenty-four hours was a task bearing me down tediously while he was passed out peacefully. All I wan

LILLIANAA month later. "Fuck," I cursed no one but myself for being in this condition. Almost a month went by, Dominic didn't make a single move ever since he showed up at the cafe. Except for a man tailing me, he had nothing on me. And it was driving me mad. I didn't take Dominic for a subtle man. He had lived his life like he fucked the women in his bed - raw, hard, and bold. Irrationality was his vice. So, I had to do something irrational to get his attention. If that meant letting a local goon beat me up in a dark alley, well, so be it. Pain shot through me at every twist and turn of my body as I pick up the ringing cell phone. "What?" I grunted. "You are missing work," Andrew said over the phone, pissing me off some more. "How many fucking times have I told you not to call me for your silly chitchats?" "Relax, I have news," he informed me with a hint of seriousness. "What?" "Vittelos are dead, wiped out." I wasn't shocked or surprised. If Romanos set a mind on som

LILLIANAI remembered the words of Confucius—‘Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves’. I wasn't a philosophical person; neither had I fancied marinating my brain with such thoughts. But there was a slight itch I felt in my stomach as I had felt the day I landed in Chicago. A feeling of doom. Viktor's rendezvous only intensified it. It wasn't his visit that surprised me; I was expecting it sooner than later. It was his words that startled me. None of them were questions, but ultimatums carefully cloaked in civilized conversation. Meanwhile, I didn't come across Dominic ever since the night we shared the unexpected kiss. An inordinate length of time passed by, and if I wasn't wrong, he had no clue of Viktor's visit too. As per my beloved father, Dante's informer said that Dominic left for New York for a week. When he didn't come back, skepticism wrecked my nerves. The thing was—Dante was out for blood, and he was stu

LILLIANA "Then act like a jealous bitch," Andrew said, "Dominic would lap it up like a fucking dog."To be entirely truthful, it wasn't as hard as I thought. Any woman with hormones would feel the heat between the legs with Dominic Romano around, except his existence was the very source of my distress. The workings of Illinois International Port District were looked after by Dominic in case of any illegal passage of shipments. Most of the stolen ammunition from the Vittelos were exhausted, and we required weapons for the upcoming attack. The Cartels wouldn't risk exposing themselves in the territory of Chicago, while we, the Morettis, wouldn't be able to contact our allies for various political reasons. The only old-school route was the Chicago Port. But it had to be done when Dominic wasn't available around."How long do I have to engage him?" I asked."Minimum of two hours."I gave a quick thought and