Corrupted A Rosato & Dinunzio Novel Novels & Stories

The past haunted most people. But not her. For Elizabeth Russo, previously Dante, the past was a trophy shelf of victories. A collection of scars she inflicted, not endured. Because what had she ever truly loved in her entire twisted life? Chaos. Destruction. And the intoxicating thrill of winning. “For years,” she began, her voice soft yet sharp like the stroke of a dagger, “I infiltrated the Dante family and fooled Ronald Dante. I started as a maid, washing their dirty plates, sweeping their marble floors... but look at me now.” A dark smirk twisted her lips. “Foolish man. He couldn’t sense it. And by the time he did…”

She dared to trick her and sell her to Dario Claudio. Rosita got to her feet and tried to fight back by punching me, but I dodged her punch with ease and landed a massive blow to her face. She staggered, and blood began to pour from her nose. I wanted more than just a bloody nose for what she had done to Lisa. She took advantage of an innocent woman who was unaware of how Italy works. Rosita winced in pain as I grabbed her hair, nearly pulling it from her scalp. Without releasing my grip, I dragged her out of the restaurant to a quiet alley. I threw her like a piece of trash, and she landed in a dumpster, dirt pouring over her.

Especially Juniper and Ahlum when they said it. “That’s what Katastrofi is!?” Vera and Freya yelled at the same time, jaw dropped at the demon standing there. Unable to react properly, Tristan began to tell them about the demons. “Mhm. There are four corrupted demons- Katastrofi from Aziel. Delora from Yizar. The other two are unknown to the world.” Juniper and Ahlum exchanged nervous glances, certainly not wanting to tell them they have already met Delora. But those two demons were extremely powerful.

But then, his smile vanished and the light in his eyes turned to fire. “But that would be over my dead body,” he growled under his breath. “Because if I can’t have you… then no one in the world will. Not under my watch.” ******* Rosealba sat on the chair with squinted shoulders. Her eyes lingered on the food that laid out on the tray. Staring back at her. She sucked in some breath, inhaling the aroma of the well-cooked Tonnarelli Cacio e P**e. A handmade pasta with Pecorino Romano and black pepper. Creamy and simply magical.

The council chamber beneath the hilltop estate was cold as an icebox. Stone everywhere. Portraits of past Dons hung on the walls. Thirteen elders sat on either side. Lorenzo sat at the head, and I sat at his right hand. The door opened. Guards dragged Vito and Isabella in. Both wore handcuffs. The bruises on Vito's face hadn't faded yet. He looked pathetic. "Begin." Lorenzo tapped the table. Enzo stood up and read from an indictment. "The Rossi family embezzled eight million euros in public funds and colluded with hostile forces, the Matteos. The Benetti family infiltrated the estate, stole classified information, and played multiple gangs against each other."

Rozelyn said with amusement. Rosette said nothing. But a simple grin was painted on her face. Rozelyn noticed that and tightened her grip to her looped arm at Rosette’s. “Something happened to you today…” Rosette’s head whipped to her side, to Rozelyn’s direction. “I-I—” She stuttered. But Rozelyn interrupted what she’s going to say. “Tell me, dear sister.” “I-I…” Rosette was still stammering. “You what?” “I….” She took a deep, long breath before opening her mouth again. “I saw Leonardo at Ezra’s Diner.”

The food they give me I pretend to eat but the truth is I just want to break the plate so I can get a sharp part of it and so I can cut the rope tied to my hand. I hid it in my hand without anyone else knowing. All they thought was that I broke it by accident and no one even noticed that there was a part of the plate missing from the other side, that was the lower part of it that was already in my hand. As the day went by I gradually scraped it off the rope from my back. And it just so happened that I also deleted it right before something bad happened to Sabrina.

I bumped through the door, my eyes instantly landing on Rocco who stood firmly, his hands crossed behind his back as he guarded the door to the toilets. He sent a slight nod in the direction of the toilet door, and I wasted no time in swinging that shit open and slamming it shut. “Lucien” Maria squealed, placing her hand across her heart in fright. “You fucking scared me” she hissed, and I closed my eyes inhaling the scent of her perfume deeply, I had to compose myself and I must do it quickly because I was about to fuck up all the progress that I had worked so fucking hard on. That Italian prick.

“Please… I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done any of those things but… it was… it felt like the right thing to do.” “Right,” Fernando stood up, and I did the same thing. “It’s also right that you pay for your actions.” “Fernando…” “You’ve been messing around with other men. Isn’t it greedy of you to sleep with both Rossi brothers? Don’t I satisfy you enough, Bella?” He took calculating steps towards me. I took the hint and ran towards the door, leaving my purse there while fighting for my safety. I got to the door and grabbed the knob. Fortunately, it wasn’t locked. I turned it open, but froze immediately.

I always thought he was heartless, and his change in attitude was confusing me more than I liked. “How are you feeling?” He asked. Surprisingly, the pain was almost gone. I still felt like I had been shot, but it was manageable. “I’m doing well, Nic. How long have I been out?” “Two days.” “You haven’t showered in two days. Those are clothes from our wedding.” “I couldn’t leave your side. I had to make sure you were feeling better. I should have protected you, and I failed at that.” Serena cleared her throat. She was married to Nero, Nico’s youngest brother. Nico was the eldest of the DeLuca brothers, followed by Adrian, who passed away, Enzo, the enforcer, and Nero, the New York King.