Twisted Loyalties Novels & Stories

I nodded to Terrell, and she took her by her arm before directing her out the door, leaving me with the dick of a boy who was more proud that any other thing for what he had just done. “So…” He beamed, jumping on his feet, undoubtedly with the idea of going to spend those last bills his sister just sacrificed. Making me hate him even further. I was taught from a young age that loyalty comes before everything. Leave loyalty… Family fights for family. Family kills for family. That was etched deep inside me from a young age by two men I followed with all my heart! And Turantello Syndicate was my family; the one I would go straight to hell if I have to… and yet this motherfucker broke one code t

How can she blackmail me and make me choose between the two most important things in my life? On the one hand, It's Warren corporation will face major losses. I will lose my deals, many employees will lose their jobs, and on the other hand Winter. How can I break her heart? She just started to trust me, how can I break her trust? I know she will be broken if she sees me being intimate with Ave.

I am not like my mother in any case; I vowed not to be one by any means. Before our wedding, my friends arranged a bachelor party for me at a strip club with some strippers, prostitutes, alcohol. I didn’t even throw a glance at those naked women. Even glancing at them felt as if I was being dishonest with Inessa, so I stayed as low key as I could. I left the place the second I got the chance, and I believe I didn’t regret the bit of my decision. I felt it is important to stay loyal to the person to whom I was about to commit the rest of my life and devotion.

“I believe it didn’t end well. The werewolf didn’t love the witch with all his heart. He courted her, so he could revenge for all that had happened to him. They weren’t mates so it made it so much easier to destroy the bond that they could have built together.” Clarissa frowned. “I thought it was just humans who take advantage of human feelings.” Archer smiled. “There is always a bad breed in every creature on earth. You just have to look hard enough,” he said softly. Clarissa frowned as they passed a particular banana tree that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. “Clarissa.” She turned to Archer. “Yes, dear.” He looked at her a bit confused. “I didn’t call you, beloved.” Clarissa

Both ladies gasped. “ is there really any surprise to what I just said, don't worry Aisha, I forgive you for your betrayal, I know you just missed your friend, that was why you needed to escape but don't worry, she will be with you always, I'll make sure to keep her as your special pet, we are going to be happily married with kids and it will be the most lovely ever", he went on. “ she will never marry you, keep on dreaming", Daisy spat angrily.

Always play the long game. But even I had to admit I’d gotten…distracted these past few months. Ava had swept into my life like a sunrise after dark, awakening creatures within my soul that I thought had died a long time ago: guilt. Conscience. Remorse. Making me question whether the ends justified the means. Around her, my thirst for vengeance slaked, and I almost—almost—gave it up, if only so I could pretend to be the man she thought I was. You have a multilayered heart, Alex. A heart of gold encased in a heart of ice.

I pressed. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could see the tiny scar at the corner of his mouth. “Because some things deserve being burned.” He left me then, and I stood in the hush of the room with a pulse in my throat that sounded like a drumroll. The plan was set. Trapani’s night would hold its breath and then exhale metal and manifest. Some loyalties could be negotiated out of a map and a ledger. Some would require blood.

"Is that his crime? He fell in love?" Alexander sighs heavily. "He took an oath," he says. "He vowed to care for no one but the Bratva, and to love none other than the Bratva. He broke that oath by loving another. Love is for the weak," he sneers. "It clouds your judgment. It makes you vulnerable. It makes you a liability. Loyalty is all that matters, Maria. Loyalty. Obedience. And honor."

We stood as one, our love a bastion that protected us from the chaos that threatened to engulf us. The whispers grew into a roar, the very air of the city vibrating with the promise of something greater. The twins grew up watching us, learning the dance of diplomacy and the art of war. They were the living embodiment of our hope, the promise of a future where love and loyalty could coexist without the shadow of fear. ---

But he yanked me by the arm again. “I’m not, Isabella! The warehouse was hit. I had to give them something. I’d known which would be of much harm to Luca. Isabella, I wouldn’t lie to you—fuck! I love you.” His confession startled me. My heart thundered in my chest, silence still between us as he pushed closer to me. “You can’t. I’m married to your twin—and…”