Romans & histoires Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio

His eyes flick past Matteo—straight to me on the bed. He smiles. Small. Sharp. “Name’s Dario. I work for Rossi’s old crew. The ones who didn’t like how the truce ended.” He shrugs, casual. “Vittorio’s gone. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess he left. Starting with his daughter.” My stomach twists, but not from fear. From heat. From the way his gaze drags over my body—over the collar, the bite marks on my tits, the cum painted across my stomach like war paint.

I explain. Dario snickers at my words, "That's a lie! Your fucking whore is addicted to that drug. My wife made sure she gave her enough to cause the addiction. Now she's nothing but a drugged-out whore!" It's Jory that punches him in the face. Dario's head snaps back, but all he does is laugh. Jory then pulls out a knife and jams it right in the Kingpin's side, "Just returning the gesture." My man grins.

His hands went straight to the ropes, working fast, trembling as they fumbled with the knot. “Dario—thank God,” I gasped, sobbing. “Please… please hurry—” But I barely got the words out. “DARIO!” I saw the shadow behind him too late. Edoardo stepped out like a ghost, and before I could even scream, his arm whipped forward and he sliced the dagger in his hand through Dario’s side. Dario collapsed with a choked grunt, his body hitting the ground beside me, blood pouring out of him. Shock made me extremely still before I screamed.

he cried. Eddie sneered. "You think I'm someone who can be bought off? You may be the 'Crazy Rich Asia,' but you're nothing to me." With a swift movement, Eddie pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, and Dodi screamed in terror. But when the smoke cleared, Lyra saw that Eddie had only grazed Dodi's head, leaving a bloody gash. Dodi slumped to the ground, sobbing in fear and pain. Eddie turned to Lyra, his expression cold and unforgiving.

He turned sharply, catching sight of a figure in the shadows—a security guard, alerted by the commotion. Without hesitation, Dario lunged forward, tackling the guard to the ground, and trying not to make a sound so they would not be found out . A brief struggle ensued, but Dario's strength overpowered the man's easily. He quickly subdued him, ensuring he wouldn’t raise the alarm. "We can't leave anyone behind," he muttered to Marissa as he stood up, brushing off his clothes. She nodded, understanding the weight of his words.

“I won’t lie to you, Cat. According to Jorge, Dario became a made man at thirteen.” My nose scrunched. “What did he have to do to be a made man?” “Kill. It’s what is done to show strength. “ “Dario killed someone when he was thirteen?” “Slit his throat. The man was a rat, a traitor. Vincent demanded Dario do the deed in front of other made men, to show his son’s strength. Dario has had the nickname The Blade since he was a teenager.” The Blade. “You want me to marry a murderer, one I’ve never met?”

I was thankful that things went the way they are. “You are okay, Aurora. They would pay for what just happened, and Mattia is dead. You just need to breathe, okay?” she told me, her tone assuring. I nodded, looking at the place where Leonardo and Mattia were. Dante had called men to come and take their bodies without getting the cops involved, using his power as the D’Angelo Capo. And now, all that was left was their blood which they were currently going to clean.

Jeremy spoke as he got on his feet and walked behind the couch he was sitting on. Aldo carefully monitored his every move – while his hand slowly inched between the cushions of the couch – where his pistol was. Dario doesn’t trust anyone – not even his own son. “She used to say, ‘Dario, one traitor among your bloodline is worse than having a thousand enemies outside your family.’ And I think you would agree with her,” Jeremy smiled as he placed his hands on the back of the couch.

They obviously blended in with the people. Hester’s thoughts detoured to Dargo as well. He was clearly a man who was connected to the underworld of Kyrshom. He knew how to get in and out of the castle before Benedict’s arrival. He knew there were more guards than just those in her immediate vicinity. She doubted he had ascertained that himself, but assumed instead, that he had sources who had informed him. He had always insisted that he was simply a wealthy merchant but Hester believed there was more to him than he dared to admit. Was that for her safety or did he simply not trust her enough?

“Keep saying things like that, and our boss—” “Cory,” I interjected, giving him a sweet smile. “What is Dario responsible for?” He blinked, as if he didn't understand my question, but then cleared his throat. “He's a member of the rapid response team.” “Good to know.” A sly smirk tugged at my lips as I turned to Dario. “The day I escaped… How long did it take you to restore control over the security system?” The bastard bared his teeth. “You think you outsmarted us, but—”