Novel & Cerita Frank Iero Revenge Era

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

“Your disrespect is grating on my last nerves. Do not mistake the kindness of me agreeing to pay for therapy due to my godfather’s abuse for anything other than the repayment of the debt it is. I am not a nice, kind or gentle man in any way. Do not think you can sit here, roll your eyes and talk back with your snippy tone and there be no repercussions for it.” She blinked as the cool rage flowed off him. This wasn’t the kind of anger she saw from Ercole. No. Ercole would bluster, his temper boiling over and while he’d never struck her, she’d watched him beat the supreme shit out of multiple people over the years. He had no problem exacting his revenge with his hands or any weapon. He might h

I wasn't going to judge my best friend of how many years—ten, fifteen—just because of a mistake I made for five years of my life. Five years wasn't equal to ten years, and I definitely shouldn't have accused her. I hit my head against the ground not so slightly when I laid back down on the ground, and I stared up at the stars for minutes before standing up again. I think I know exactly what to do now to get my revenge.

“Hell, you grieve your men more than your own blood!” Frank’s expression darkened instantly. “My blood?” he repeated coldly. “You mean the same blood that spent years trying to ruin my life?” I flinched slightly. “The same brother that constantly stabbed me in the back?” Frank continued harshly. “The same brother that worked with people who wanted me dead?” His voice rose more with every word. “So pardon me if I don’t feel like crying my eyes out!” The car went silent immediately afterward. My chest tightened painfully, because despite everything…despite all the fights and betrayal… Eric was still his brother and in his final moments he looked apologetic for everything that has happened.

I muttered, furious at him. “You are confused between liberation or vengeance and I will use it against him. You and your redemption can go to hell now, Roy Layne.” I muttered, grabbing my bag. “Who can go to hell?” Eri giggled, peaking into the room. “Just someone bad, Eri.” “You are so strong, you can deal with any bad guy, Nut!” She beamed, encouraging me. I would never want her to see me with the look of a murderer. Before going to work I need to meet someone to play my part in that game, finally making a move.

The car purred to life, and we pulled away from the estate, leaving the chaos and humiliation behind. In the backseat, I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the streets. I should have felt relieved to be away from it all, but instead, I felt… unsettled. “Do you know the best way to get revenge on someone like him?” Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking. “What?” He leaned back in his seat, his smirk playful yet calculating. “Alias. Do you know the best way to make him regret every single thing he did to you?”

The old man was a beast in his prime, and even now, age hadn't dulled that edge. Veronica and Marco crumpled to the floor, heads ringing, seeing stars. It took them a good minute to even remember where they were. Marco was the first to open his mouth, straight to damage control. "This is Irene's revenge, pure fabrication! Veronica and I are nothing. I respect her like a mother!"

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

It's frustrating and I feel like I am not worthy of being Vincenzo's girlfriend. Erico was right when he said that I should have saved my mom. And I didn't but I will try to save someone else. I am capable of being in the mafia. I was always afraid of my stepdad, and that made me tougher. He always tortured my mom and it is time I get my revenge. And I won't rely on Vin to do that. I want to be there when he is captured and tortured, and that's why I should start getting accommodate to the torture. "This is your last chance flower. You can go back up." Vincenzo said when we arrived at the bottom level.

He took a step back. “Ephraim.” He stopped. I asked, my voice deceptively soft, “You know what this is about, don’t you?” He nodded. “The revenge you promised yourself ten years ago.” “Then put your fucking conscience in a box and throw it in Tiber and forget about it.” He bowed his head. “Yes, Capo.”