MAFIA PRIDE: Vows of Blood and Love

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Kelvin watched in horror as his father was murdered by the very man he had loyally served, Lord Sampson, a ruthless mafia boss. He swore to destroy the man who killed his father. He never expected to fall for his daughter. After witnessing his father's brutal murder in the dungeon of Lord Sampson's mafia empire, Kelvin made a deadly vow to rise through the ranks and return for revenge. Years later, he's no longer a helpless boy. He's a feared mafia boss, commanding power and respect. But fate deals him a cruel card. Beatrice, the woman who has captured his heart, turns out to be Lord Sampson's only daughter. When she introduces Kelvin as her fiancé, her father's fury reignites old wounds, and now, Beatrice is forced to choose. Defying her blood, she stands with Kelvin, guns blazing and ready to face her own family. But not everything is as it seems. Beatrice holds a dangerous secret, one that might shatter everything. Can love truly overcome vengeance? Or will the past bury them both? Dive into a tale of betrayal, loyalty, and forbidden love, where every heartbeat could be your last.

Thriller Modern Fantasy Betrayal Revenge Mafia Scheming Romance Billionaires Forbidden love

Chapter 7 WHISPER BEHIND WALLS

Yesterday 01:06

Chapter 1 THE BLOOD PACT

Kelvin's POV

It was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday morning.

I had barely gotten out of bed when loud cries shattered the silence. My mother's wailing echoed through the house, followed by the soft sobs of my younger siblings.

My heart skipped. What's going on? I thought, throwing off my blanket and rushing into the sitting room.

Something wasn't right. I could feel it.

Maybe... just maybe, my father had messed up again. He worked for a mafia group, not just any, but one of the deadliest in New York. And his boss, Lord Sampson, was known to be ruthless. Father had crossed him a few times before... but always managed to survive.

This time felt different.

"Good morning, Mother. What's going on? Where's Dad? Why are you all crying this early?" I asked, but my words fell on deaf ears.

She didn't answer. Instead, she stared at me with red, swollen eyes and broke into fresh sobs.

I turned to my siblings. "What happened?" I asked again, hoping at least one of them could talk. But they just looked down, weeping silently.

I moved closer to my mother and gently wiped her tears. "Please, tell me what's going on."

She struggled to speak, her voice cracking. "Your father... he's been taken. Lord Sampson's men came for him."

"What? Why?" I asked, confusion twisting in my chest. "They work together. I mean... they're partners, right?"

Her lips quivered. "They said he betrayed the group. Accused him of conspiring with an enemy. They dragged him away... said he'd be executed."

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

I knew the mafia world didn't forgive betrayal. And if Lord Sampson made the call himself... then it was already over.

My father had been with the gang for over two years, ever since he lost his job as a chef. Things changed fast after that. He became involved in shady deals, and suddenly, we had more money. But we also had more fear. We lived in constant hiding, watching our backs, dreading police sirens.

Now... the life he chose was about to claim him.

"Where is he now?" I demanded.

My mother looked at me, alarmed. "Kelvin, even if you knew, what could you possibly do? They're not men you go after. Not even the police dares to stop them!"

"I didn't ask for advice," I snapped. "Just tell me where he is."

She shook her head, overwhelmed, and shoved a folded paper into my hand.

I opened it, and my breath caught.

It was a blood pact.

My father's signature, written in red. Below it, in bold ink, were the words:

"Should I ever betray the Brotherhood, may my life be taken by my own hand or theirs."

I stared at it in disbelief.

"Who gave you this?" I asked, voice shaking.

"Lord Sampson," she whispered. "He dropped it at my feet... as a reminder."

I clenched the paper in my fist. "Where are they now?"

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "The dungeon. That's where they take traitors."

I froze.

I knew the place. My father had shown it to me once, from a distance. It wasn't far from our cassava farm, just beyond the forest edge. No one went there. It was a place of death.

I turned and headed for my room. My mother yelled after me, "Where are you going?"

But I didn't answer.

I pulled on a jacket, slipped the pact into my pocket, and walked out the door. I could still hear my mother crying behind me, but my focus was fixed.

I was going to the dungeon.

The streets were still quiet, New York hadn't fully awakened. The air was damp, and the sky a dull gray. I reached the crossroads between the city road and the overgrown path into the forest.

My legs hesitated.

I stood for a moment, hearing my heart pound in my ears. It was a one-way journey. If they caught me... I could end up next to my father, dead.

But I didn't care.

I remembered how Dad used to walk me around the farmland. How he'd smile when he came home from a job, hiding the blood on his hands. Those memories burned behind my eyes.

So I stepped forward.

The path to the dungeon was thorny and narrow, littered with dry leaves and broken twigs. Every step reminded me of how close I was getting to the dark side of the world my father lived in.

Then I heard it.

Two loud gunshots. Then a scream.

I froze mid-step.

Was I already too late?