GemNoir

“You need my help, Tesoro. You choose. A marriage with me or be torn apart by them” His voice was cool as though this wasn't a matter of life or death.

I didn't want this life. My father had gambled a lot and left me with a lot of enemies and now I needed the help of Don Vincenzo LaRosa who was my high school bully and now the Don of the most powerful mafia family in Italy if I was going to survive it.

It was just a marriage of convenience but I realized something. He wasn't helping me out of a good heart. I had been sold without my permission to him. I was the mafia's pawn.

Sold to the Capo

Silence and a faint ringing sensation in my ear as the gun kicked back in my grip, the sharp crack of the shot echoing through the warehouse. Julius let out a strangled yell, stumbling back, clutching his shoulder as blood bloomed across his suit.

I had shot him at the last minute. I couldn't do it. I couldn't put a bullet through Vincenzo. Even if I did, I would end up being killed, something about those men told me that they simply wanted Vincenzo to experience true pain by dying by my hands then they would kill me too. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

Vincenzo moved first, despite the fact that he could barely stand. He lunged forward, the chair he was strapped to groaning under his weight as he jerked against the restraints. His body was failing him—he was weak, battered, bleeding out—but his eyes burned with a fire that hadn't died.

"Get her!" Rossi barked, already reaching for his gun.

ONE LAST GOODBYE