All Chapters of Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When I wake, everything feels different. Feels like yesterday never happened. My life has gone from being organized to having no clue what I have ahead of me.A sharp knock disrupts my thoughts. I grip the blankets tightly to myself, and before I can answer, the door swings wide open, and a heavily built man in all black steps in."I didn't ask you to come in", I exclaim.How could anyone lack simple courtesy? He ignores me and walks straight towards the windows, spreading the curtains wide open. My eyes shut. The light is blinding."Good day—""What time is it?" I cut him off."It's two p.m...", he answers bluntly."It's two?!" I exclaim while standing up too fast, which makes me wobble on my feet. He reaches out to study me."Don't touch me." I hiss. He steps back, keeping a distance between us. How did I sleep through the whole morning? I finally get the time to take in my surroundings. Everything was dark and so out of order yesterday. I'm in a big room decorated with beige color

Azaeres—a name that signed the warrant to wipe out my entire family. Yet, there’s one under my roof. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good. I’ve been looking for a crack to get through, and this is the perfect time. I can’t let it go because I can’t stand them.My men have been surveilling the Azaeres family for two years. From secretly tailing Edgard everywhere he goes, wire-tapping his cars, and setting a spy on the compound. We even mapped the back gate routine—it opens without fail at 12 midnight. Yet, plans to get vital information for my revenge proved futile. Edgard Azaeres is one son of a bitch, but he’s good at what he does. I must give him that.I thought it would take months to acquire the leverage I needed. Then his treacherous daughter made life easy. Xena Azaeres, the ruthless one. Edgard’s right hand. Fears no one and signs deals with the mafias in Edgard’s absence. That’s how much he trusts her. The perfect candidate for an alliance, but one that cannot be trus

Muffled voices wake me up; I open my eyes, and two guards at the foot of the bed I lie on stare right back at me. Why are they here?I sit up and adjust myself against the pillows, and that’s when I notice my dress. This wasn’t what I was wearing earlier.“Who touched me. Who changed my clothes?!” The guards just stare back at me, none of them offering an answer.Then it hits me.Boom.A gunshot. A lifeless body on my lap. A hole in his head. Eyes wide with shock. Visible bones where his cheeks used to be. Blood. So much blood. Everything comes rushing back. Oh my God. I look at my nails and regret it instantly. They’re stained with blood.My breath catches.My skin crawls.No. No. No.I dash for the bathroom and scrub my hands and nails. I scrub so hard that it begins to hurt, but I don’t stop. Inasmuch as my nails look clean now, I still feel stained and dirty. Feels like the stain soaked through my bones.I go back to the room and try leaving the room but the guards block me.“Pa

These fucking bastards can’t do anything right. Guard the fucking warehouse like your lives depend on it, and we still have a problem.The presence of an Azaeres’ blood under my roof is making my skin crawl already, and now I have to deal with a whole batch of missing armor.Kane called a couple of minutes ago, and the speed with which I got here could trigger the police if I didn’t have them under my claws.This is my territory, and everybody is prey.I barely drive, but today is one of those exceptions. I park my car and throw the keys to a guard to park it well.Rage blinds my sight as I take long strides towards the entrance of the warehouse.The sound of gravel crashing under my weight indicates how I’ll trample whoever is responsible for this.Kane meets me halfway to the entrance.“Everything is gone,” Kane confirms what I don’t want to hear. His face conveying a mixture of emotions, with dread and concern evident.We step into the warehouse, and everything is gone. My guards kn

“You are going back to your father’s house.”The words hit like a physical blow. My chest tightens, throat closing up. I don’t like how I feel right now, and I don’t have any energy left in me to stand up to this monster.But I am definitely not going to agree without any logical reason.“The last time I attempted to leave this place, I was locked up.” I draw in a deep breath. “Is this some kind of a sick joke?”“Wrong question. You should be asking for details about the plan.” He stares at me, fully relaxed in his chair now.“Details? Plan?” What is this monster talking about?“You didn’t think I was letting you go, did you?” His voice insinuates how dumb he thinks I am in this moment.What was I thinking? That he’d…let me go? He cages me like a bird in a zoo and then releases me just because he feels like it? God, I’m an idiot. I mentally face palm myself.“Why are you sending me back when you have no intention of letting me go?”“It is time to make yourself useful. There’s some info