Marie Force Fatal Series Novels & Stories

This wasn't a man whose worst possible response was silence and a bruised ego. This was Nero Vitale, the man three separate strangers had warned her about before she'd even met him, the man her own father had begged on his knees in front of. And she had just struck him, in his own house, in front of his own staff, with absolutely nothing standing between her and whatever he decided to do about it. Her legs finally gave out. She sat down hard against the corridor wall, hands shaking, and understood, with a clarity that turned her stomach to ice, exactly what she had done.

I was told by a nurse of what had happened to Fabio and his family, and I knew immediately that Lia was involved. They were all found dead. Fabio was hacked to pieces, his limbs discarded around the house. They even killed his little sister, Paloma, and his grandparents. I hated him, I won't say I didn't, but killing a child? And old people? He betrayed us, not them. They were like family to us, and the fact that she would kill them all so mercilessly shows that I've lost her forever. I don't know what Aldo did to her, all I know is that it's irreversible.

Jealousy flowed through his veins, but as soon as he was about to say or do something, his wife released him from her warm hug. "Where were you? Why did you leave? Why do you look this way? Do you know how many persons died after you were missing? Do you know your pack is barely standing?-" she said in one breath. "Okay Darling. I'm sure George is very tired right now and needs to be cleansed and to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. He will be better by that time to answer all of our questions," Alpha Victor took his wife into his arms as he guided her through the door. "and you need to be cleansed as well now that you have dirtied your dress and face."

**** Grief hung heavily in the air within the Maxwell mansion after the hullabaloo of their son's murder remained unsolved. With the passage of time, hope gradually faded, and the search for the killer was reluctantly abandoned. The atmosphere in the mansion grew somber, a blend of fond memories of their lost son and the burden of unanswered inquiries. As the trail turned cold, a resolute detective named Evelyn Greywood entered their home as she was secretly hired, sparking a renewed investigation. Through her careful review of evidence and interviews, she began to uncover concealed family tensions and buried secrets that had long been overlooked.

“She’s the bride of that bastard Lucas. They were getting married when we arrived." Before she can respond, my right hand—Bruno walks in. "Boss, I sent the gang to their family house. We plundered, burned three of their shops and smashed everything in sight." "Bueno." I nod. "Salvador, why is that woman here?" Mama Doza refers back to her question. Nathan and Diego stroll in—they are my brothers, the first and the third. "We just saw a woman—" Nathan starts. "Boss married her." Bruno reports, not without chuckling.

Without breaking the rules of the mafia. Sweating profusely, my thoughts scrambled themselves together in my head. Doing my best to think rationally. Doing my best to fit the puzzle pieces together in my head. And then… Something clicked inside of me. I remembered the phone call conversation I just had with Padre a few moments ago. Stating that the marriage needed to go ahead as planned, regardless of Maricruz being out of the picture… And I found my shoulders tensing, knowing that this solution would be the only way to keep Rose alive.

Thomas Wyatt, was a sadist, I'm glad it's Blake that we need to deal with and not his father. Be assured baby, I know Blake is a good man, I met him many times, although he blamed me for his mother’s misfortune he was always very polite and professional with me. He reminded me a lot of his mother Bella, she was my true love, what I felt for her I have never felt for another woman. She had a hard life with Thomas, he hurt her mercilessly, and always threatened to take her kids away from her. It was never my intention to ruin her life, she should have stayed with me and never returned to Thomas, alas her kids were far too important for her to give up.

Chapter 3:marriage day ✅ Johnson Robin POV _______________________ “Kill me, just kill me now” Why did I do this? I could have anyone, maybe a blonde or a brunette, or a tall leggy model that could wrap her legs around me all night; God all this thinking is giving me a headache.

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

How could I be so stupid? "Anything my little fiancée wants." He whispered on her lips then kissed her rough while groping her body. A small tear fell from my eye realizing this was the real Ace. The one I knew, my Christian, was the imposter. "I don't feel..." then Marie collapsed into Ace's chest. I began pulling at my chains desperately. Did he kill her? Was I next? What is happening? "Fucking finally!" Ace's voice lost all its playfulness and turned back to a harsh deep tone. His hands threw her body from his lap and she hit the floor like a rock.