Young And Ruthless Novels & Stories

A mere 7 years boy, Rudra understood the power of guns, people, money, and enemies. He spent his childhood at his grandfather's home who was no more. He is a cruel and ruthless man. So, his childhood was very brutal, and he suffered a lot. The innocent kid in him is nowhere. He then fought with his fears and decided to allow the monster inside him to get ahead of him, and he became a ruthless man. Unknown to a lot of people, behind that inhuman man, there is a pure man who lacks affection, peace, love, and care.

He hated being questioned, especially by those who were supposed to adhere to his rules, but the man sitting before him was fond of causing trouble and disobeying his orders. “That's being taken care of… I have my men ready and waiting to teach the lady a few tricks” Zane said, chuckling at his words. By a few tricks, he meant teaching the little lady how to hold a gun and fight like a pro…with what he discovered about her. She was a goodie- two shoes. Clean record and loved puppies, she believed in sunshine and rainbows, but here there was no such thing as cuddling with puppies or watching rainbows. instead they cuddled with guns and knives and fixed their enemies by fighting and killing me

He is a rapist. I would never kill an innocent person. Killing these bastards itself traumatizes my mind. No- killing someone. But all I feel is satisfaction when someone like this dies. Violence is something I don't favor. But if the situation demands, I won't hesitate. Because they are dangerous to society, I have no option but to kill them. And ruthless is something I got named for because I am the leader of the Russian mafia. I am not the leader of the Russian mafia from the start. To be honest I am an orphan. And this is not how I expected myself to be when I was smaller.

His eyes darkened as he took long strides toward the dungeon. Alice prayed so the Ruthless does not pour his torment on that girl because she has known Elio since he was a child. A person who can murder his father at such a young age can do anything and everything.

I just shrugged and mumbled, “Okay.” As I expected, that didn’t please her. “I hate you! I hate your face, your voice, everything about you! I hope you’ll die while we are on the mission!” she angrily yelled. The boy behind her stopped and calmed her down. “Stop it, Av3,” he said. “No, I won’t!” I stood up from my bed. “Let her go, Av2,” I told him. This is our code. I’m Av1, which stands for Agent Valentine 1. We are the assets of the Valentine Mafia of South Carolina.

By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best. He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable. And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble. The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey. Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.

I was frightened for no reason. Dante studied me for a second. He shook his head. "He's the king. He's more powerful than the territories around him." He leaned in slightly, his expression was masked. Dariel never hid his emotions in front of me, Dante was the opposite. "I never want to keep anything from you or lie to you, Buttercup." He paused, exhaled softly. I nodded my head in acknowledgement. "We're the mafia. Only those of highranked people know about us. Touching us, harming us, it's never easy. But..." Dante glanced over my shoulder, his gaze met his twin. I swiveled my neck and found Russo looking at us. He returned to his conversation with his family. "Things get complicated when

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

The old man's hand is still in my grip. "Take out your money." He tried to order. Oh man! I had imagined more. These are just random roadside thugs. Sweat formed on her forehead and she looked frightened. The guy held knife at her neck, glued himself to her body and I didn't like it,not even a bit. Her pupils dilated,chest raised and fell heavily. A little amount of blood on the surface of the knife that was held at her neck made appearance and the next moment, all I know is I kicked the old man in his manhood, jumped onto the bastard who dared to drew her blood. Everything happened so quickly. I am on the man, dismantling his face. I heard her screaming,the other two men trying to drag me a

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.