Vengeance Road Book Novels & Stories

VINCENT I was sitting in the car, the only sound was the faint echo of music drifting through the cracked window. My father’s death, the capo, was still fresh, barely digested, but the consequences were relentless. The betrayal by his own brother, who set the trap, still burned in my memory. Rage, pain, and vengeance followed every step I took, but I couldn’t let any of it blind me. The problem was, Italy was no longer an option. There was a price on my head. Many wanted me dead for power, money, or revenge. Most of all, my uncle. The only thing that bastard wanted more than my death was the capo title that rightfully belonged to me.

"What happ—" "I will take you right here Emmeline if you don't shut up," Kevin snarled as he took a sharp turn, driving the car too rashly. Emma paused, hazel eyes looking at him. The gravity of his threat suddenly hit her hard, and she knew that he meant every word. He could do what he said. And so, with a rapid-beating heart, Emma sat quietly as Kevin drove her into what she could only assume was her destruction Please leave some reviews and gems if you're liking the updates.

The engine turned over and the van began to move, pulling out of the parking area and onto the coastal road where the ocean appeared between the trees at intervals, flashing into view and disappearing again with the rhythm of something that was always there even when it was not visible. I thought, briefly and without pain, of the road where the accident had happened. Of the skid marks I had crouched beside and the empty stretch where I had spoken the truth to the air and to myself and to Elias standing at a respectful distance, giving me the space to retrieve what had been taken. That road was part of the record now. Part of the permanent and irrevocable account of what had happened and what

“Whatever happens, we move together.” I exhaled, letting the tension coil in my chest. “Together,” I replied. Robert’s smile widened, cruel and precise. “Good. I like that. Makes the next step…more enjoyable.” And with that, the storm and the trap, the blood and betrayal, and the enemy’s guns closing around us, the night became a crucible. Robert Wolfe and Victor Wolfe, Ivy, my father, and I, bound together in mud, rain, and the inescapable gravity of vengeance.

“Cars are coming!” Victor’s expression sharpened instantly. Meanwhile, Dante slowly lifted his head. Because he recognized the sound of that engine. Darius. Victor immediately forced himself to stand despite his unsteady body. “Take Dante!” But the older man’s steps suddenly halted as fresh blood began pouring faster from his wound. Victor’s body swayed violently. And the next second— he collapsed to his knees, coughing blood onto the floor. His men rushed toward him in panic. “Sir!”

reading. At first, she had pretended to be reading the book when her aunt walked in but now, she was more invested in the book. She wanted to know how it really ended. She turned around and grabbed the book, heading out of the library and going to her room. Just like her brother had asked, she had taken their suitcases and she had gone through the basement, hiding the suitcases just outside the compound, in a bushel. She had made sure to clean up her room and his, getting rid of anything that can be used to track them like their hair, and personal belongings. All she needed to do was to get her brother and get the hell out of the house. That was all that was left. She stopped at the door. S

And as they drove into the night, unaware of the tangled path they were about to tread, destiny silently watched, poised to reveal the consequences of their choices. In the quiet solitude of the car, Vanya's heart brimmed with anticipation, her mind focused on the next step of her intricate plan. She knew the path she had chosen was treacherous, but the fire of determination burned within her. She was willing to risk it all, for the sake of her past, her family, and the clandestine vengeance she sought. ‌

I heard Roman’s voice call from inside the car. He already knew what I was about to do. I couldn’t just accept the fact that some random stranger, someone who was probably drunk or stupid or completely reckless injured my husband and wrecked my car. They nearly killed us both. Now? Now I am going to make sure I wreck their face. I walked up to the van, which had already begun to smoke heavily. The smoke drifted up into the air, thick and white, and from the looks of it, the van took more damage than we did. The entire front bumper was crushed inward.

The flame of vengeance drove me forward, even though I knew it would not be an easy journey. Faced with this bumpy road, I knew I had to be careful of my own actions and not end up looking like the one I was chasing. Revenge was not to darken my soul, but to guide me towards restoring righteousness. I encouraged myself to remain strong and resolute in this dangerous ride. If my family could be destroyed by lies and betrayal, now was the time to build a new foundation for my future and what was left of my family.

Tonight, I understand that his cruelty I imagined is way smaller than the actual depth of it. This should make the vengeance simpler, but it makes it worse because now, it’s not just my grief anymore. It's hers and Katherine's, and it's starting to feel less like justice and more like something that's going to cost more people than just Edgard when it finally comes down. I get up and pour a drink from the minibar I haven't touched since we got here. I chug it down, the hot liquid doing nothing to ease my restlessness. I set the glass down, and sit in the dark of the hotel room, remembering how I treated her when I first got her kidnapped.