Venganza Siniestra Novels & Stories

I need to make sure she's okay. "You did well, Mama," I murmur into her ear, feeling tremors wrack her body. "It's over," she whispers, her voice fragile yet resolute. "Yes it is," I assure her, holding her tighter. Glancing at my stepmother's lifeless form, I feel nothing but satisfaction. The bitch who tried to dismantle my empire and kill me will never hurt my wife or anyone in my clan ever again. Celeste's manipulations, her twisted plans, all of it ends here. Los Hijos de la Venganza (The Sons of Revenge) are no more now that she's gone.

I recognized one of the faces, Santoro’s crew. Santoro wanted me dead ever since I refused to join his trafficking deal last year. He’d lost money, pride, and three of his men because of me. This was his way of collecting the debt, with bullets. My pulse slowed, the way it always did when I had to fight. I shouted toward the stairs. “Marco! North flank! Kill the lights!” “On it!” he yelled back, and I heard the cocking of his gun. The chandeliers went dark, plunging the room into a blur of smoke and flickering moonlight. I grabbed Celeste’s wrist. “Don’t move until I say.”

"So you took on three enforcers by yourself just to keep the maps out of Marcus's hands?" "I took them on so the paper in my coat pocket stayed valid," Abel grunted, his fingers tightening slightly on her knee as she poured the stinging liquid directly into the wound. He gasped, his shoulders tensing violently, but he didn't pull away from her. "I told you I'd hold the line. I meant it." Vanessa wiped away the fresh blood with a dry towel, her movements quick, precise, and practiced. She took the curved needle and heavy suture thread from the kit, threading it with hands that remained surprisingly steady despite the rage and fear warring inside her chest.

He had no idea he was feeding her straight into my web. I stopped in front of a large monitor that displayed live feeds from several locations across Madrid. One screen showed the Macini villa. Another showed Lucas nursing his wounds, with Brenda hovering nearby like a loyal dog. A third showed the cemetery where Vito now rested. Everything was connected. Everything was moving exactly as I had planned. I crushed the remains of my cigar into an ashtray and straightened my cuffs. “Let them play their little games,” I murmured to myself. “Let Giovanni think he owns the board. Let Antonio believe he’s saving the princess. Let Brenda and Lucas recover and chase their revenge.”

Estaban screams became hysterical as she rode on his injured cock. "Raphael why are you doing this to me!? Vanessa stop please!" I watched it all with joy. This mother fucker and Diego both made an assassination attempt on me and my wife. I'm used to all these but Nicole isn't. An attack on Nicole is an attack on me. I will make sure I severe his head from his worthless body. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger on Vanessa. Her body immediately went rigid and she fell forward onto Estaban. He instantly pushed her off him in horror.

Soon. "The beginning of the destruction of the Fernandezs is here," I whispered, my lips stretching into a sinister smile. The reflection staring back at me in the bedroom mirror wasn't the sweet, innocent Julianna. She was completely gone now. Died on the same day her father was killed. Vengeance had taken over, morphing me into a woman called Nicole. The Nicole who would stop at nothing to watch their world crumble. I wouldn't say I liked the image I was seeing, but I had to accept it. It was my new reality.

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

And he was only close to Alaya. It was 10'o clock when lights went off suddenly. Alaya and Asad got scared badly, while Angelina acted like she is scared too. Angelina turned on the flashlight, and took Alaya and Asad downstairs with herself. As they stepped down, they saw some unknown people wearing masks entering through the entrance. Asad screamed loudly in fear. Alaya was so afraid that she froze and nothing came to her mind. As they tried to step backwards, they heard a gunshot.

I have a thousand of your pictures on my wall which I masturbate to every night, and they’re all sticky with my cum. Until I return to haunt you again, it’s The Enchanter.” Vanessa shoots me a wide-eyed look, then she reaches for the picture with trembling fingers and flips it over. My hands fly to my mouth just as Vanessa’s muffled gasp reaches my ears. Staring back at us is an image of Mason and Escobar Scuderi, standing side by side at what appears to be the underground brothel where Vanessa and I were held hostage years ago.

By sunset, the walls of the office felt like they were closing in. He couldn't go back to the Las Vegas Penthouse Loft. Seeing Victor and Mateo together—watching them touch—would snap the last of his control. He’d barely made it out this morning without lunging at them. "Victor Morales. Get the car. Take me to the Venom." The club was a low-tier Vargas asset, the last place Sofia Ramirez had drawn a paycheck. It was quiet when he stepped inside, the air smelling of lemon polish and stale beer as the morning shift prepped for the night's hunt.