Making Fiends Vendetta Novels & Stories

He looked down at the bowl he was just eating, " The Renegades are now being controlled by me, original it was supposed to be the two of us, but you took our parents death too hard, so I took on the mantle of being the boss until I could someday tell you, our group deals with the selling of weapons and money laundering, we use the casino's we have as a front door our business, we pay the players using fake money and while they pay to play with real money, by the time they get the money to their Bank and back out into the world, it would have traded hands for quite some time meaning the trail is dead, that way it would never lead back to us." *Yoshiki* Yoshiki was shocked for quite some time,

Faye Maria Antonio Castillo is no ordinary girl. Born into the infamous Royal Mafia, she possesses a captivating beauty, along with a gentle and kind demeanor that masks her true potential. Blessed with everything she desires, there is only one thing missing from her life...Jonathan Ryder.As the sole heir of the KnightRyders, one of the most powerful and ruthless mafia families in America, Jonathan exudes danger and rebellion. He is the epitome of a heartthrob, notorious for his playboy persona and his tight grip on Pendleton High. However, there is a deeper connection that binds him to Faye-Jonathan was once best friends with her brother, Jake Castillo.Since her freshman year, Faye has secr

He did so in a nonchalant manner, muttering. Both Lorenzo and Damien were holding their guns while they stood next to me. "Earlier, your men made an attempt to kidnap a civilian and ended up killing two of my men in the process. Do you think I'd be so stupid as to let this fucking thing go through?” Before putting one hand in his pocket, Liam Fajardo lit up a cigarette and put the other hand in his pocket. "Ares, you have a lot of adversaries and oppositions in this industry. I am aware that Vendetta Cascade is your most formidable rival, but that does not mean that it was we who were responsible for it.”

"But please, when something like this happens again, don't take such a risk again." Exactly what I wanted—the blind trust. By jumping in front of Mr. Fernandez and shielding him from the gunshot, I had finally gained the trust of everyone in the family. Now, my mission of vengeance will begin properly. A crooked smile spread across my face as I watched Sergio speak. I was definitely going to get even with his family soon. "Please be more careful," Sergio finished. "I will," I murmured. "I promise." A promise I wasn't sure of keeping. The price of vengeance was high and I was willing to pay for it.

The dealer was still holding a gun back at Felton as he tore through the road, already marvelling about his endearing escape when a whooshing sound emanated followed by what appeared to be pink lightning and a woman dressed in pink was suddenly riding shotgun with him. "Ah, shit! Pink Projectile!" he cursed, quickly pointing the gun at her and opening fire. It was Carol. She grabbed at the incoming bullets emptied from the gun like she was picking up groceries until the dealer was then just pulling the trigger and only a clicking sound from an empty gun can out. "I think you're out of ammo," Carol said comically from behind her mask. "I hate that name, by the way. Now...," she added right be

"Do you need a break?" She shook her head. "No, I like it here." ***** He glared down at her, green fires burning her down; this wasn't the same person who had kissed, embraced, and made love to her. Now he had nothing but hate and resentment. She gasped when he grabbed her arm, pulling her to himself. "No Gia." Now this was the devil her father told her about: "I won't let you die so easily." ****** Gianna Venditti, the last daughter of the leader of the Cartel, had known nothing but love in all the nineteen years of her life, but not until she experienced betrayal, pushing her into the hands of the Devil of Rome, Zayne Xavier.

He answers, his voice trembling. "Boss?" Vetta repeats and struggles to her feet. Her standing gives me a better view of what she looks like. She's small for someone who causes so much trouble. Tiny even, like a doll. Her full height barely reaches my chest. She looks so fragile, like she would crush under the lightest pressure. I"m overwhelmed with the urge to see her face. "Remove their blindfolds." I order, and Dominguez does, starting with the littlest one. She looks calm, but her deathly grip on a small teddy bear gives her fear away. Delgado looks solemn. Like a sheep about to be slaughtered. But her. She stands straighter, defiance in her eyes, but her whole body trembles. Men in her

I closed the door slowly as she faded from my sight. I gave myself a splash to rinse the blood and pressure on my face before throwing my clothes away to take a slumber at last. My master suddenly contacted me while I caress my skin on a blanket and then I get up after I accepted the buzz. CapWolf: Good evening Wilson, I heard you met the Terracotta so how's the business doing? Jonathan: They're Vendetta, taking vengeance from South Harbor before we move in. CapWolf: Mafias and gangs are now commencing their guns to be loaded for more prosperity and men Wilson.

"But Elara... are you sure about the timing? If you walk in there now, you’re declaring war. Not just on Julian, but on the entire Council. They won't take kindly to a 'Broken Omega' holding the keys to their kingdom." ​"Let them be angry," I said, walking toward my desk. "Anger makes people sloppy. Sloppy people leave scent trails. I’ve spent five years building Silent Vendetta Holdings from the scraps of the dark web. I have manipulated their markets, crashed their rival stocks, and slowly, brick by brick, bought up every cent of Julian’s personal and pack debt. I don't want their kindness, Elias. I want their signatures." ​I sat down at the terminal, the blue light of the screens reflecti

Lethal. Two Ash Blades flanked her. One older than war, the other barely twenty. Both would die before letting anyone touch her. And tonight, that was not a poetic thought. It was very possible. Because inside sat the heads of the Red Fan Triad and the Ghost River Syndicate. Enemies to each other. Enemies to her. But Aria didn’t come to ask for peace. She came to buy time. And that, in this world, costs blood or gold. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE DEAL