Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

"Wait, think about this. A girl like her—innocent face, that body—she's exactly his type." "Whose type?" The eager one smiled. "Mr. Vitale's. Everyone knows he has... particular tastes. Why waste her on ourselves when we could present her as a gift? If he's pleased, he might remember our generosity." Vitale. Lorenzo Vitale. "Will he be here tonight?" someone asked. The eager man opened his mouth to respond— "Are you inquiring about Don Vitale's whereabouts?" The voice came from the shadows. A man emerged from the darkness. Tall, lean, with dark hair and eyes that missed nothing. His face was expressionless, but something in his stillness radiated menace.

"She watched Seraphine die and felt nothing." Lucian crossed the platform in one stride. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. His eyes were red. "Look at him." His voice cracked down the middle. "This is what ten years of your silence built." "I pulled you out of a gutter. I gave you everything. And you repaid me by protecting the monster who killed her." He raised his hand and hit me across the face. The force of it snapped my head to the side. My lip split. Blood ran down my chin.

"Can I get my usual?" "Coming right up." I found my usual table in the corner and collapsed into the chair. My hands were shaking. My eyes were burning with tears I refused to shed. Three weeks. In three weeks, I'd be Mrs. Diego De Luca. I'd be trapped in a house with a man who'd never smiled. A man who'd killed his own uncle. A man who buried people alive. The rumors swirled in my head. Diego De Luca. The Deadliest Man Alive. He doesn't smile. He doesn't joke. He doesn't play games. He kills without remorse. He's a predator in a thousand-dollar suit.

Now I understood the murderous fury radiating from the man beside me, making his frame vibrate against mine. This was the Don who let his shadow kill Marcello's brother. This was the monster responsible for the ghost that haunted the Vitale family. The man who had ordered the execution, or at the very least allowed his direct subordinate to pull the trigger, ripping away Marcello's flesh and blood and leaving a permanent, bleeding scar on his soul. My stomach turned to ice, a wave of disgust and visceral hatred rising up in my throat. I stared at his extended hand, and all I could see was the stain of dark, sticky blood coating his fingers.

"Oh, please. Does he actually believe this? That old hag isn't her grandmother. She's a paid actress! They don't even look alike. Sylvie really will do anything for that cash." The whisper network started up again, confirming Chloe's toxic thoughts had taken root in the room. "Sylvie has a pointy chin, and that old woman has a round face. They don't look related at all." "Did she actually hire a hobo to stage a scene just to get the scholarship?" "Rich people are the worst. The more they have, the cheaper they are." Chloe stood in the back, gloating as everyone's suspicion turned into hostility. Mr. Carter yanked his hand away from Grandma, wiping it on his pants. He looked at us with utter

That was a solid bat, yet it broke with a single punch? "I'm in a bad mood right now, but I'll leave a few of you unscathed to clean this mess up." Just as Felix was about to make another move, the burly man returned to his senses and stepped back, shouting, "Damn it! Try laying a hand on us! Just so you know—we work for Lord Kane!"

"I'm not interested in women." The tall man and the bald one exchanged a knowing look before snickering sleazily. "Then tomorrow we'll get you a pretty guy and let you have some real fun! Ha-ha…" The bald man chuckled crudely, about to pitch a sick plan to pass the targeted woman around when a sudden jolt of agony burst through his forehead. His expression froze. His legs gave way. He toppled. That lewd daydream still hung in the bald man's skull, his filthy grin frozen in death as the lights went out. "Bang!" He thudded against the gravel, eyes unblinking, stunned even in death.

the man said and Mireille was sure he was making the video. "A lot of people would be happy at your death, Dante Romano. You are not supposed to grow so powerful to the point you grew up to. And good news? No one will ever find out I killed you so none of your alliances in and outside of the country will be able to come after me for getting rid of you." he laughed. "Just fucking kill me already!" Dante groaned. "Yeah, at the count of five." Mireille heard the other man say and she shook her head repeatedly.

His shirt is slightly dishevelled, with the first two buttons undone and untucked from his pants. His chest hairs are visible through the opened shirt, and his biceps are noticeably large, straining against the sleeves. I feel my chest rise and fall with each shallow breath I take, and instinctively cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my heavy breathing. “Where the fuck is the little prick?” The man with the shotgun in his possession growls in a low and homicidal tone. “I know he is behind tonight's fatalities. No one would have the balls to send out a message the way he did. I bet he stood there and watched his night light up like the fourth of fucking July.” The man continues to growl in

he raised his voice as he took the name, “he received a tape of a woman having sex with the enemy, which traumatised him completely.” A woman? The one who had tried to poison him? “Who was she?” “Nobody cared who she was. But everyone saw the look on Vitale’s face.” He laughed. “Especially because that poor girl ubit... killed herself after that. The capo couldn’t save her and he still regrets that, so it’s easier to get on his nerves, because he loses his shit every time someone brings it up.” My insides churned. “News like these spread like lesnoy pozhar.”