Novelas y relatos de Vendetta

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

“This little game is now over. You are coming home with me.” “But…” she tries to protest, “What about Colton?” Vic turns and looks at where I have risen to my feet, standing in front of the body of Karlo, “He needs to clean up his mess. And…” he hesitates for a moment. “He better hope I do not fucking kill him for taking you without my permission.” Ya, this man is now starting to get on my last nerve. He seems to have forgotten one thing. “The name is Cole Venditti.”

I raised my brows at her, “What?” She gulps audibly, “Umm… I'm Vendetta.” “So? Get the fuck out of my way, little vamp.” She glared at me “If you would listen to my suggestion then one of you might win your mates' heart but since you're not interested…” she shrugs and began walking away.

And as he glanced down at the hand currently closed around the gun pointing at his chest, he saw the bracelet around her right wrist, a black chain looped three times, from which a silver crescent moon pendant with the Roman numeral thirteen engraved on it. Hollander’s eyes widened. He knew who this girl was now. “Y-You…” He managed to choke out even with the gun pressed against his chest. “You’re one of those Hati people…! One of their elites…! A-A Phantom!” The smirk stayed on Hekate’s lips. “So you know who I am,” she said. “You’ve sure caused Hati a lot of trouble. A word of warning for the future. Never trust a beautiful woman.” She tightened her hold on the gun and pressed the trigger.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

She gave me her sweetest smile before turning her attention to Vincent. “So you're the poor man given to this beast.” Vincent smiled awkwardly. “I guess so. The name's Vincent.” Vivienne extended her hand. “Vivienne. Business partner of Luciano and, unfortunately for him, his friend.” Vincent took her hand, his brows lifting. “Friend?” “Nice soirée you're hosting this time. Better than the last,” I said, poking at her. “Don't even dare.” She grabbed a drink from one of the passing waiters and downed it. “I don't want to remember that event.”

She looked at me, her eyes lingering on the heavy Kevlar jacket I wore. "Nice jacket, Elena," Sloane said dryly. "It matches your eyes." "Who is V?" I asked her. Sloane paused. She glanced at Nico, then back at me. "V isn't a person, honey," Sloane said softly. "It’s a promise. Vendetta." She turned and walked toward a sleek motorcycle parked in the shadows. "See you at the Gala," she called over her shoulder. "Try not to get shot before the appetizers."

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV "Vicenzo. . . Vicenzo Moretti Delgado. " She said gently. Vicenzo. The name was fucking perfect. "Vy-Ken-zo. " I tried out the name. "I love it. I love you. " I kissed her head, my heart racing with affection.

“Get me the burner line. I’m making the call.” Valentino looked up. “What call?” “The one that burns everything down.” The screen lit up. “This is Vittorio De Luca. I’m going under. Prep the black list. I want my weapons. My masks. My monsters.” Valentino grinned. And the line went dead.