Vendetta Novelas e Histórias

Alexander’s gunshot. The flames of hatred reignited in my eyes, threatening to consume me whole. "I need to go back." I struggled to get out of bed. "I'm going to kill that adulterous pair! I will declare Vendetta on Cosa Nostra and the Camorra!" "Go back? To die?" Viktor dropped his playful demeanor. His eyes sharpened instantly. "Alexander has turned Italy upside down looking for your corpse. If you go back now, you'll just become a real corpse. You can't do anything."

"You really think this plan is flawless, don't you?" Celeste sneered. "So what if it isn't? No one's coming to save you." I pointed toward the man standing beside her, Vincent. "Don't you get it? You're being used. You think you're some kind of warrior fighting for love, but you're just a dog doing someone else's dirty work." Her face froze. "Who are you saying is using me?" "You know exactly who. Keep this up, and you'll regret it soon enough." Before she could answer, Vincent grabbed a rock and hurled it down at us. "Don't listen to him, Celeste! He's stalling for time, waiting for rescue. Bury him now!"

Her hair. If it was her, what then? Turn her over to my father and watch him carve ‘justice’ in public? Hand her to the men who would make an example of her, satisfying old loyalties at the cost of something I hadn’t yet admitted I had? Or take the darker route, take matters into my own hands, remove the threat, prove the Moretti name meant more than sentiment? Each option tasted wrong in different ways. Loyalty to my family had always been currency, proving my usefulness to my father countless times had always been all i ha ever done, But whatever I did, there would be consequences I can't escape.

"I want your fire. I want you to fight me, hate me, and still burn for me." His hand slid to her hip, pulling her against his arousal. "Tonight. After the docks. I'm going to show you exactly how much I appreciate having a real partner." Vincent cleared his throat. "Boss, the Colombians are waiting." Felix straightened his tie, instantly composed. But his eyes still burned when he looked at her. "Ready for the real test, Mrs. Castelli?" The docks at midnight were shrouded in fog. Their convoy arrived in three black SUVs,enough firepower to start a war.

Figures rose from beneath the ground: half a dozen wolves of steel and flesh, their eyes bright with that same electric blue. Dante swore. “Hybrids.” Aiden drew his knife, heart pounding. “Round two.” ⸻ The valley erupted into chaos—gunfire, snarls, the hiss of circuitry under skin. Aiden fought beside Dante, blades cutting through the night. Sparks flew with every strike; the air reeked of blood and burning metal. He could feel Julian watching them from the center, calm amid the storm, as if the entire battle was part of his design.

Yet the only thing I could say as I pressed against the wound, while blood was rapidly soaking through my shirt was… "Cazzo.” Team Giovanni or Team Arya? Choose wisely 😍

Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed. Below the picture was a text. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT “The Gambino's sent it five minutes ago. They know we're going to retaliate. We should–” Valerio said. The chair scraped back as I stood up. Valerio flinched, stepping back. “I think we should sacrifice her, she'll have to be collateral damage.” “We'll just have to?” I asked him. “You presume to tell me what should be done?” “N-no sir. But we can't change our plans because of an assistant, if you don't take revenge they'll see you as weak. So…”

Frost didn't wait for her answer and raised his card for the first time since the auction began. "20 million for the vase" Shanice, her heart pounding, suddenly dropped her bidder card. There was no way she was ready to outbid her boss. Damont, on the other hand,, raised his card and announced a 30 million bid. "What do you need the vase for?" Ana looked at him. "I want to give it to Vinca of course," he said, a matter of factly, shrugging his shoulders. She was livid but couldn't do anything about it. Nothing was going right for her at the moment. Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Ma

His main rivalry was against Antonio. Now as Mario glared viciously at him, the bastard had the audacity to smile. "Don't look so downcast, Mario Venturi." He grinned. "I enjoyed the gunfight, but my grudge isn't with any of you. It's with that fucking coward, Antonio!" "Don Antonio isn't a coward!" Mario snarled at him. "He's called Vegas Mafia Devil for a reason, and when he gets here, it will be hell on earth for you."

YARA’S POV Roses are red, violets are blue, I have to kill Valentina Sanchéz before she gets stuck on my man’s head like glue. I can’t seem to forget the image from last night, I cannot seem to forget that little bitch on my Raphael, my man, nobody does that! I never let that happen to me not after the first time it did.