Evil Within Stefano Novels & Stories

No pulse rate, no reaction from her nerves, it was also found out that Marie was tortured, there were cracks on her head back and forth, wounds on her flesh and dark glitches on her face. Makar took the knife and attacked Doctor Schwann with three stabs, the police came and William Smith was one of them. They arrested Makar without giving him a chance to defend his stand. The doctor survived and asked the authority to close the case in order to cover up his negligence as a medical practitioner in exchanged of money.

“Celeste has nothing to do with this.” “Tutto a che fare con questo!” Romano’s voice boomed. “Everything! She bears the blood of the man who ended my family. Do you think I can look at her and not see Alessia’s grave?” “Then don’t look at her,” Azrael bit out. The Don’s men stiffened. Guns clicked softly in the dark. For a moment, I thought Romano would order them to shoot him. Instead, he let out a long, quiet breath and said something that made the air go still again.

Our promise of living and dying together. "Should I just kill her?" I asked, my eyes flicking to Jenny’s. I smirked as I watched fear creep into her eyes. "Don’t look at me like I’m a monster, Jenny. If the roles were reversed, Zevran wouldn’t hesitate to do it. Because he’s crazy like that." "I don’t think you should go so far, Vesper. Zevran is Mafia. You are not like him". I nodded, nails digging into my palm. "You're right, I'm not like him." Rage stained my vision red. "And that’s what's wrong with our relationship. If he's evil, I should be worse. Way worse."

Stefano's Perspective: "Stefano?" I carefully placed my glass of whisky on the illuminated crystal counter and released a sigh, pivoting around to confront the individual intending to test my patience tonight. "I thought it was you," he chuckled, moving to stand beside me. "And you are...?" "I'm a bit offended you've forgotten," he retorted playfully. "Julius Smith", he introduced, extending a hand for me to shake. "Stefano Castro", I replied, giving his hand a firm shake.

"The games I play usually end in blood." Ivan didn't dare move, just glared at me. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" I smiled, about to say something. Just then, the crowd parted. A man in a black silk shirt strolled over, oozing a dangerous, magnetic charm with every step. He had the classic profile of an Italian man—deep green eyes, dark brown hair that was just the right amount of messy. Victor Bellini. The Godfather of Italy's largest mafia family.

He said, as his cold blue eyes drilled into mine and it felt like I staring at a different being that I know absolutely nothing about. This wasn't the Steve I used to know. "I’m saving Pietro Eppolito for the last. He comes after his brother. But for now, I’m going to hurt you very badly. The next twenty-four hours will be hell for you, and I'll make videos and share them with your husband all through each process. What's the fun without sharing?" He winked at me and I wanted to pluck his eyes out of their sockets.

Stefano shouted at me, and for the first time in my life I have seen the fear in his life But for him, I am nothing then why he is acting like this "I am nothing in your life, right? Then I will end this once and for all because I don't have the courage to handle more humiliation, I don't want to live as your whore but as your mate" I said to him and I close my eyes and was about to slit my throat but I felt a sudden pull And I felt warmth. I open my eyes and see that Stefano is hugging me as his life depended on me

"If I get out of here, I will find dirt on you, just to put you behind bars, because that’s where devils like you belong." Vincenzo chuckled, squatting to Stefano's level. "No one can find dirt on me, I am the devil, the ruler of the underworld. I may be the most corrupt don, but I always cover my tracks." He paused, his eyes resting on the food for a moment. "Tell me, what kind of father are you? You know Scorpion has your daughter, yet you have never tried to save her. Your relationship must be fragile." Stefano's chains rattled as he jumped forward, rage contorting his face. "Don't you dare talk about my daughter! You know nothing of our relationship!"

..*..*..*... Stefano's mocking facial expression morphed into one of sheer dread, his features contorting into a visage of pure menace. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to bore into the very depths of his soul. Just by gazing upon Stefano's face, he felt a primal fear grip him, his insides churning like a motherfucking poop. Bending down to his level, Stefano gripped his chin with an iron grip, forcing him to meet his dark, menacing gaze. "You dared to play with me, huh? You filthy drain worm," Stefano spat, his voice laced with contempt and disdain.