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บททั้งหมดของ The Fall Of A Made Man (Book 1 Of The Fallen Gods Series): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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Little ballerina

AVA’S POV‘You have to be at my party, Ava or you quit ballet.’Those were my Dad’s favorite lines each time he wanted me to do whatever was ask of me, and this time, it wasn’t any different. Not even a change in his expression or the slight curl of his lips when he let out those words.And with each step I took into the hall where his party was taking place, my heart hammered wildly against my chest.“This is just another one of his parties, Ava. You just have to stay for an hour and then leave.” Lily, my cousin muttered. She is my mother's younger sister’s daughter.Lily has always been like a sister to me and despite her words were soothing, it didn’t stop the racing of my heart which thundered loudly in my ears.I hate socializing and whoever brought about that word should rot in hell.“I hate that I have to force a smile on my face each time I exchange pleasantries with a guest.” Goosebumps travelled up my arm at the thought of socializing and plastering one of my mastered fake
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The perfect age for marriage

AVA’S POVAfter the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed.It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance.And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t.Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing.I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.Carbon dioxide rushed out of my lungs and I inhaled oxygen back in.My dad was still frozen beside me, sweat dripping down his forehead in drops.“Papa.” My head whipped towards his direction once I was able to put myself together and I wrapped my hands around his arm. “Dad.”The sound of my voice seemed to snap him out of his frozen thoughts and he looked up at me.“He is gone.” I nodded, assuring him with a small smile on my lips.Walter Morales might
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I will enjoy breaking her

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 thousand dollars. The money for my merchandise coming from Italy to Russia. The fucker squandered it on women and useless materials things, thinking I wouldn’t hold him accountable.He wasn’t a fool, and I recommend him for that.But the guts he had to lie to me that the money was stolen from him on the way to receive our goods in exchange for money, annoyed the fuck out of me.I hate liars. They irk the fuck out of me.I knew he already spent most of the money, but I wanted to torture him for as much time he had to live before killing him. “Where is my hundred thousand dollars, Milano?”I asked for the tenth time since the beginning of the torture session, but the fucker refused to say a wo
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She is now my wife

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 dolled up by a makeup artist while a stylist styled my hair.Turns out my husband, whom I would be getting married to, in two hours, was the huge man who shook my dad to the core at the party the other day.Yes. Dad is extremely afraid of him, yet, he wasn’t afraid to give his daughter away as a bride to the man he feared.“You look so beautiful, Miss.” the makeup artist straightened up, after about an hour of dolling me up, a smile on her face.I flashed her one of my numerous fake smiles. One that never gets to my eyes.My eyes dragged to the dressing mirror and I looked nothing like beautiful, if anything, I felt used, dirty and sad.I’ve always dreamt of walking down the aisle with my d
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Blood bath (1)

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 married and she’s my fucking wife.The ties she shared with her father ends in this fucking reception and anything other than that, Walter would have to face me directly.“Let me go!” He barked in a low voice.From the profiling and background check I ran on Walter Morales, one thing was sure about the old man; he valued reputation even more than his own daughter.It didn’t come as a surprise when he wanted to drag my wife with him for some fucking socializing she wasn’t in the least interested in attending.Ava has been forced to socialize all her life and now that she was married to me, I have just freed her from the clutches of her father’s obsessive nature.“Shouldn’t I get a ‘thank you’
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Blood bath (2)

VINCENZO’S POVOutsiders might not understand or notice anything from their blank expression, but I knew it all too well.“I need to talk to you, Vincenzo.” Leonardo started first, his hands sliding into his suit pocket and his jaw ticked.He always did that when there’s a pressing matter that required my attention.“Okay.” Instead of asking what the matter was, I just nodded and turned to my wife. “Stay good, Little Ballerina. I will be back.”“My name is Ava!” She barked out, her teeth barred at me like an angry wolf.“That name sucks.” I smirked, glancing at her papa.“You know, Walter. You shouldn’t mess with me or my wife. Okay?” I turned around, taking slow steps towards him, where he stood. “You gave her in exchange for the debt you owed, so she no longer belongs to you. Get that into your fucking brain.” I wiped off imaginary dust from his suit and patted his cheeks. Walter’s beards felt coarse and prickly against my hand. Fuck! The man needed to shave his beards off. They
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His ballerina who curses

AVA’S POVMy throat hurt from the blood-curdling scream that tore out my lips the second I saw blood splattered on the white floor, painting it red.The blood was dropping more and more by the second and with trembling hands, I reached out to the source, only to find out it was Vincenzo who got shot.Luckily, it was his arm and not a vital part of his body which could possibly lead to death.I wouldn’t want to be a widow on my wedding day.I placed my hands on his bleeding arm, trying to stop it from bleeding profusely, as he might feel dizzy if he lost too much blood.“You….” My throat was clogged. “You’re bleeding.” My forehead was covered in sweat and my lips trembled slightly from the shock of everything that was happening.Never in my twenty-three years of living, would I have thought my wedding, my sacred day, the day I celebrate once in a lifetime, would turn into a blood-bath action movie.My reception turned out to be an action movie without a cameo from John Wick and probabl
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The Italian mob and I

AVA’S POVIt made me wonder if this man ever smiles or had a reason to in his life.“I live with a man who had businesses with dangerous underworld bosses and you expect me not to know how to curse?” A dry chuckle rumbled out of my chest.I was seriously out of my mind. After everything that has happened, it wouldn’t be normal if I didn’t lose my mind.“You’re too innocent to curse..” Vincenzo walked past his brother and me, heading to the entrance door, his phone in his left hand.“Just give it a few minutes, Vincenzo, you’d be down on the ground, fighting unconsciousness.” I gritted, clutching onto my ridiculously huge ball gown.I just wanted to be out of the uncomfortable dress and in the comfort of my bed, where I belong, not in this blood bath with my new husband, who is a killer, A Made man and a soon-to-be Bratva.Everything felt too real to be a dream, so I didn’t count it as one, but I just wished everything could go back in time to when the De Luca Mafia family had no busi
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Blood bath (3)

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 and clear? I was lost in trance, lost in a world of my own with the sound of my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and feel.But, then again, it lasted only for a few seconds before a voice filled with whimper and pain pulled me out. Rough and harsh without any care.“I…won’t die alone, Vincenzo.” The voice muttered, his voice trembling and filled with so much anguish and resentment. “I must kill your wife. I have to carry out my duty assigned to me by the Italian Mafia.”After the voice, came a hand, filled with blood reaching out to me.Fear shot through my spine as I instinctively crawled backwards, away from the red hand covered in blood.“You should carry out the job in hell, Fucker.
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Life mission (1)

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,
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