That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Don't Leave Me, Mate
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
Requiem of A Broken Heart
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
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2. It contains mature themes like sexual violence, trauma, rapes, mentions of weapons and illegal drugs, attempted suicide. Therefore, read at your own risk.
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Adriano Enzo Calveti's pov
"Enzo, I've got a lead, and you need to see this. The bastard's opened up another brothel near one of his old warehouses in Palermo just a few months ago and he's forcing young girls and women to earn his filthy money'', Ares, my right hand and best friend, speaks as I enter his room. I had to do this. For someone.
''Stock up, and get to the warehouse right this moment, take cover for a few minutes before moving in to get all the girls and women out safely. And most importantly, I want him alive. You know what to do, I'll be up''. He nods before heading out to get the job done.
5 years since her, the last time I saw her, and I was nothing but a child who could do nothing but cry at the last piece left of her. He would pay and pay for each and every sorrow he had brought upon in her life. Alex Camero, I shall make you pay. Her face haunted me in my dreams each night.
How she called for me when she was being pulled away like a puppet hanging from its strings by his men. And all I could do was replay that video caught on my camera 5 years ago as regret pounced on my heart each moment I realized that I was not there for her, instead accompanying my father, the previous capo, in forming alliances with the Mexican cartel.
As I drove to the only place I found comfort in, I glanced over at an old couple who seemed to be enjoying the calmness they found in the setting of the sun, the little boy who ran to his mother asking for more ice cream from the stall, and the young couple when the man dropped to his knees to tie the laces of his wife's sneakers and then lightly kissing her baby bump. These emotions were not to be felt by a person who worked on the wrong side of the tracks. The mafia and most specifically, the capo.