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Who the fuck did you talk to?" "My father demands it." "Nobody John," Uncle Marco replies. -You know it... "I know what I've been told and what you're saying doesn't add up!" - Him pokes his brother in the chest. -Is that you. - He points to my aunt who is standing in the corner of the living room with her back against the window that faces the yard. "You've been talking too much. Tears her brown eyes as she stares at my dad. Her shoulders shake and she bites her lower lip, trying to swallow a bite.

hiccup. John Bianchi puts the fear of God in you. Because he is God. As Don, the leader of the Italian-American mafa, he decides when his time is up and how you pay for your sins. He was born in New York, but he and my uncle moved to Las Vegas when my father was fourteen.

Uncle Marco was twelve years old. Laws in Sin City were more fuid back then, so my dad got to get his hands even more dirty. Him likes a complicated life. "Don't talk to her like that!" Marco pushes my dad. "I'll talk to the bitch any way I fucking want! - He gives a punch at my uncle, knocking him to his knees. Aunt Ava screams as blood trickles down his chin, but she doesn't dare to go to her husband. No, she stays in her corner, knowing full well that there is nothing she can do. At that point, all she can hope for is may my father spare her life. "You son of a bitch," Marco growls, wiping away the blood. My dad pulls the gun from the waistband of his pants and points it down for your brother. -John! He raises his hands, eyes so dark they're almost black, begging my father to spare his life. -We will. We will resolve this. I swear it wasn't me... My father pulls the trigger. I jump, momentarily deafened by sound except for the buzzing in my ears. Ava screams, falling to the ground. Bringing the knees against the

chest, she sobs openly. I look back at my uncle. He never lived up to the expectations of

Bianchi family. My father was born in the mafa and will die in it, but his brother younger always played a role. Marco wanted out for years and

that was the only way to get it. Putting a bullet in his head was John Bianchi's way of sparing him. He could have made my uncle suffer. He turns to face my aunt. -Not! - She screams. -Please... -

She shakes violently as tears run down her face,

smearing the makeup she put on earlier. It's their birthday. We we caught them going out to dinner to celebrate teen years of marriage. "Take off your clothes," my dad orders. -Please! she sobs, shaking her head. "Take off your dress." Now! - He screams.

Using the window for support, she slowly gets up. With the hands trembling, she lets go of the clasp that holds her dress around her neck. Falls

across his chest, stomach, and hips before pooling around his black heels. Her fragile body trembles as she covers her bare breasts with her arms. My dad smiles at her, obviously happy with what he sees. Or what he doesn't

see. A wire. Someone has been feeding information to the feds and he suspects

let it be her. But the things that reached my father were sure, so, if she wasn't the snitch, then her husband was. He walks over to her, grabs her red hair and throws her head back.

Placing the gun under his chin, he shows no emotion. when she closes her eyes and sobs uncontrollably. "Do you keep your damn shut mouth; you understand me? She starts to nod, but he pushes her head further.

further back with the barrel of the gun. "Fuck, say that, Ava! He snarled in her face. "Keep...my...mouth...closed," she snaps. He releases her, and she screams as he pushes her to the ground once more.

Turning to me, he tucks the gun back in his waistband. if approaching me, he says, "Never let anyone get in your way, son. Not even the damned blood. They will be the frst to undermine you and should be the frst to die for it. Twenty-two years old The morning air is cool on my skin. The strong wind whistles while

blows through the tall trees on this mountainside. the sun is starting to dawn on this glorious Friday. My heart beats with adrenaline. Anticipation. The sound of screaming is like music to my ears. a beacon of hope calling to me, letting me know that I am close to my destiny. But as much as I like the sound, I don't need it. I know where he is

because I set the traps. A week ago, my dad called me into his home ofice in New York and told me to go hunting. But this is not the kind of hunt where you hang your game on the wall like a trophy to impress the others. No, that's the kind you let the wild animals feast on and

then leaves it to rot after hunting its prey. I reach the clearing and see a man named Bernard lying on the ground.

He looks up as I approach with my two men. Your lips pull back in a snarl and drool runs down his chin like a

rabid dog. Seems fitting since he's on a leash. -You! Spit fies from his mouth. His eyes go to Nite, who to my side. "You will pay for this!" He's not lying. Cosa Nostra's life is an endless circle

of revenge. It's something we all came to terms with a long time ago.

time. Each of us understands that you live one day just to be dead the next day. But these days, it's not just limited to the mobster. There are many angry people in the world who feel they have the right to take your life. I take a step towards her. He tries to crawl away, but the

bear trap teeth bite into his leg, stopping him.

Gritting his teeth, he throws his head back in pain. His veins pop out neck and saliva fies as he gasps. "Would you like me to release you?" ' I ask, seeing the pool of blood.

grow under it. I learned to play with my food. Sometimes the mind game fucks them up more than actual violence. "Fuck off, Luca!" he growls. "What do you think, Nite?" - I look at the man next to me.

His hands are clenched and his shoulders shake with fury, but he doesn't say nothing. He turns to me, his green eyes almost glowing with anger. -

I agree. I nod like I can read his mind. -I think that we must give him a fighting chance.

It's all about the hunt. That's what makes it so exciting and makes my blood pump. I was raised on the basis of violence. Besides, my father sent me to do a job, and I won't disappoint him. If I do that, I'll be the only one in the trap. And I refuse to give give him any reason why he doesn't need me. useless men end dead and buried in the desert. My father does not show favoritism, nor even with their own children. You either kill or be killed. That is it Bianchi. The man pulls the chain that secures the bear trap to the ground.

He won't be able to get her out. I myself put all twenty pitfalls here. We broke into your log cabin an hour ago, coming in the front to push the mother fuckers out, knowing

that they would try to escape through this forest. And we were prepared. We spent all last night putting the things in order. Reaching down, I grab the knife from my black boot and raise it in the air.

Bernard raises his hands to protect himself, thinking I'm going to throw it in his face.his. As if I would give him that kind of mercy. Instead, the blade lands on the ground next to his bloodied leg. -start to cut, I order. "Wh... what?" He cries and pulls her off the ground. "It won't cut the chain. he boils, jerking her toward me. -Will not. "I agree with him. His eyes widen as he understands what I'm saying. -I will not cut off my leg! - He screams. I look back at Oliver Nite. The man is a member of the Bianchi family

fifteen years ago. My father found him fghting off a group of bandits who tried to steal what little he had. He welcomed Nite because

saw an opportunity. One: he could fght. And two: he was a child that there was nobody. My father could use the boy to his advantage. -THE

what do you think? - I ask. He takes a step towards the man. -Back! Bernard orders, raising the knife I gave him to cut your leg. Your only chance to get out of the trap. your only

chance of freedom. I throw my head back, laughing.

-I'm serious! - He screams. "I already cut you once." I will do it again.

He waves the knife aimlessly in the air. Nite goes to him, grabbing Bernard's wrist and squeezing it so hard.

strength he drops the knife with a scream. "Pathetic," I spit. As a member of the Mafa, you're trained for situations like this. AND

this guy apparently forgot all his spankings. I never go. -Luca? I turn to face my father's right hand man, Diaz. he made it seem that I needed protection, but we all knew that Diaz was

test. He puts his finger on the earpiece. "We have another one." snake pit, Mr. I smile. The snake pit is another trap I set for these

bastards. A hole three meters deep that I made my men dig last night and put in five snakes. None of them poisonous. I wanted them captured and scared, not dead. -Tell them

to take him back to the hut. "Then I go back to the man. -We let's wrap this up. Diaz hands me a pair of Lineman pliers and a razor blade. -Nite, you can do the honors. ' I hand him the razor blade. He looks down, her eyes glazed over with excitement. And I see the vein in your neck throb with anticipation. Revenge is sweet. And bloody. Walking over to Bernard, I grab his arms and pull him to me. Him he screams as the bear trap's chain tightens, straining his

body. Dropping to my knees between his head, I command, "Open your mouth." He closes it, brown eyes staring at me. They promise retribution.

He knows that his hours are numbered, but he also knows that his men they will retaliate. It's just a matter of when, so I'll make it count. "Nite," I call. He steps on Bernard's trapped leg and the man screams in agony.

I take the opportunity to reach her mouth and grab her tongue tightly.

the pliers. He mutters a few well-chosen words and tries to shake his head.

head. Your tongue instantly starts to bleed when I squeeze it, ensuring tightness. His arms fail out, trying to push me away, but he

is not successful. I look at Nite as he crouches down next to me. And without thinking twice

times, he takes the razor blade and plunges it across Bernard's tongue, cutting her. I stand up, the pliers still in my hand and his tongue dangling from the tip. Bernard thrashes to the foor as blood spurts from his mouth.

Gurgling and vomiting sounds follow. I hand the pliers to Nite, and he regards them as his own.

frst-born. The most valuable possession he will ever own. "We could make him swallow," I offer. Nite shakes his head and hands it to Diaz to hold. -Good idea. Keep it as a souvenir. - I pick up the knife from the foor.

"You had your chance at freedom." You should have taken it. - I put her back in my boot. Bernard is lying there. Where is he facing?

hands, mouth wide open as the blood continues to fow.

run down your chin and cover your shirt with the foor. Your body shakes, his leg pulling the bear trap and making the chain jingle. THE

his skin is so torn you can see tendon and muscle. - Diaz? I snap my fngers and he hands me the ice chest. I bend over, opening the small red cooler. most of the ice melted, leaving it flled with water and a white towel. make sure

to dive into the icy water and turn to Bernard. I kick him in the shoulder, pushing him onto his back and straddling his chest. He fights me but,

again he is unsuccessful when I stick the towel in his mouth bloodied. "We need to apply pressure," I tell him as he tries to breathe.

Blood spurts from the corners of his mouth as he coughs and chokes on the Water. Her body convulses as she tries to breathe. -to do the

bleeding stop. His hands hit my body aimlessly. I get up and walk away from him.

His shaking hands pull the towel off and throw it to the foor before he grabs it.

his chest and neck covered in blood. Snort, watching her sad ass bob like a fsh out of water.

Water. I turn around, giving him my back, because I'm done playing with him.

I get bored easily. "Boys, shall we?" We left, leaving the man behind us with his leg in the trap.

and bleeding from the mouth. An animal will smell blood and it will be eaten alive or will eventually die from blood loss or dehydration. In

either way it will be painful. Nite slaps me on the back. -Are you okay? I ask, giving him a quick look. This week has been tough for him and I hate that. I always admired him as a older brother. And he's the reason we're five hundred miles away home to begin with. He shakes his head because, well, that's all he can do.

That bastard we just dumped cut out Nite Seven's tongue days ago because he didn't give up information about my family. We are the Bianchini, the Italian-American mafa that runs most of from Las Vegas. We all have bounties on our heads and always we are a target. If you don't defeat your enemies, they will defeat you.

first. The Mafa is the most exclusive men's club in the world, and as soon as you join, you are committed for life. Nite and I use the ring on right hand. It's gold and big. Heavy. The thing is corny, but represents power. Nite is the only Bianchi who wears the ring that was not born in

family. My parents adopted him right after my dad found him, making him Oliver Nite Bianchi for life. So, like me, death is your only way out. I didn't have a choice. Twenty-two years ago I was born into this and have proved my worth and loyalty to my father and his men ever since. That trip will be no different. I made this trip to show my loyalty to Nite, as he demonstrated to me and my family. Heads will roll.

Literally. And it will be by my bloodstained hands.Haven I walk down the hall, my books in one hand and my cell phone in the other.

other. Luca hasn't texted me in days. I hate when he does that, it goes off the grid and he's been doing that more and more lately. And not

I mean just me. He avoided his classes as well. It's his father. I know that. Your family is... different. They are the shadowy fgures that

hide in the alleys, just waiting for you to pass. If you have something they want it, they take it, no questions asked. He is treating his last

college year just like anything else, like a

inconvenient. And all the staff and teachers turn a blind eye. They they do not care. They get paid to teach our ungrateful asses and spoiled. Why should they care who shows up and who

do not come? "Hey, do you girls want to help me with something tonight?" - Jasmine question. Jumping up beside me, she runs her hand along the blue wall.

dark where Wildcats is painted white. She is in a good mood today because of a girl who got dumped last night via text. -No, thank you. Emilee laughs from my other side. - I'm not withI want to spend the night in jail. I have plans for this weekend with my parents. Jasmine rolls her eyes. "It's harmless. "I'll help," I say. It's not like there's anything else to do.

I would normally spend my night with Luca, but of course I will be available tonight. And the next two nights until he decides to take it

your goddamn phone and text me. "See..." She throws her arm around my shoulders and looks at Emilee. - That was the correct answer when a friend asks her a question of these. We should run or die bitches. I watch your back and you mine. Emilee snorts. "The last time I took care of you, we all ended up in the back of a vehicle. Jasmine pulls away from me. "I told you we wouldn't be arrested. - Is it over there nods to her. "No, your father did it because he's a friend of the mayor," he retorts.

Emilee. "You have to admit those handcuffs turned you on. - Jasmine

wiggles his dark eyebrows. "You have big problems. Emily sighs. I check my phone again. Nothing yet. hold him tighter strength, my annoyance growing with each passing second. Because he Didn't reply to my messages? It doesn't take more than a second to send a fucking message. I need something to take my mind off from that. "What do you have planned?" - I put the conversation with Jasmine on turn attention. Emilee is right, she has problems and we don't have time.

to analyze them. "I'm going to slash Trenton's tires," she replies, twirling her hair

bleached blonde around the index fnger. "Maybe break some."

windows. Depends on how much I drink before we go. snort. "Why waste your time?" You know he'll fx it all whatever you do with your precious car tomorrow. She raises her index fnger. "Doubtful." The pretty boy doesn't have

job and is already in trouble with his father for being expelled from the soccer. She presses her thumb against her nose and sniffs. -because they have found that stash of coke in his locker. "And who alerted the trainer to your stash?" Emily asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jasmine gives her an innocent smile, showing off her white teeth.

pearly. "It was anonymous. -Of course it was. - She snorts. -I'm in. - The bastard deserves to spend a few days cooped up at home.

for the way he treated her. Dirty. I'm willing to distribute one little karma, and since I can't give the boy what he deserves, Trenton is a good second choice. We both look at Emilee. She sighs, giving in. -Yes yes. -Great. - Jasmine starts to walk backwards, but when she passes

through the men's room, the door opens, throwing her forward. Cross, a member of the Dark Kings, walks out with his hands in

in the pockets of ripped jeans. He wears a backwards black cap and a Wildcats sweatshirt. All baseball team players Wildcats have one. "Excuse me," Jasmine calls out. He ignores us and continues down the hall towards the guest door.

funds that leads to baseball fields. Training starts at thirty minutes. His chiseled face was a mingled mask of annoyance and rage. "Motherfucker," she screams, jabbing her finger at his back. Emilee sighs. "Are you just trying to get yourself into trouble today?" -What? That idiot slammed the door on me. - She rubs her ass. "He's a member of the Dark Kings," Emilee whispers, her eyes walking down the now empty hall. Jasmine scoffs. "I bow to no one. And just because you suck

"I have to go," Jasmine interrupts me. "But yes, I'll look for you."

a little after ten. Be ready and wear all black. I do not want to be View. And don't worry about supplies. I'll take care of it. - In Then she walks down the hallway and out the double doors, heading to home spend the day. "Why are we wasting our time?" you know she will be

come back with him tomorrow when he calls to curse her out for what we'll do tonight. Emily sighs.

"Got anything better to do?" - I ask. She goes to answer, but a phone rings. My heart races as I look down at my hand, hoping that be Luca. -Ugh. She stomps her foot when she realizes it's hers. My teeth grind. Why do I do this? Why do I allow him to leave it like that? Why do I care so much when it's so clear he does not care? Ping. Ping. "Who the hell is blowing up your phone?" - I ask frustrated. - Your mother? Your parents are very strict. They don't know how wild your

little girl. She always pretended to be the innocent one in our inner circle.

Even now, as a sophomore in college, she waits until they go to bed and then sneaks out to all the parties. I don't know how she hasn't

got caught. Even my mother has been lying to cover for her before. jasmine also. Eventually, her mom will catch on and forbid her to date her.

people. Ping. Ping. We stop and she shoves the books into my chest. I let out a breath of air,

trying not to let them fall along with mine. "Who the hell knows." she growls, dropping her bag to the ground and taking it out.

the phone from the side pocket. Ping. "It's Bones. She sighs as her blue eyes roam the screen.

-Course is. "I turn mine over." She can do that motherfucker text her, but I can't get the guy I

love recognize me. She slings her backpack over her shoulder and types. "He wants me to go fnd him."

before the start of baseball practice. "For a quickie?" - Question. "And, you have to stop jumping around.

in him. You are at your disposal every minute of the day. - I've never seen one girl whipped with dick. It's really pathetic. And the truth is that she

don't even love the guy. She is simply obsessed with his dick. And he with his pussy. His blue eyes stare at me with a challenge, and I stiffen, knowing what what's to come. "Do you want to be the pot or the kettle?" His words make me hate Luca Bianchi even more. Curse you. -

Is different. -Explain to me. She arches a perfectly dark brow.

while pushing your hips out. I can not. The only difference is that I love the guy who uses me. Sighing, she adds, "I'm sorry, I... -He is well. ' I wave at her. It's not her fault I'm upset.

Or that Luca forgot about me. She bites her pink painted bottom lip. Her blue eyes fall from

turns to look at her phone, and I see her fghting the battle of telling him to go to hell or fnd him to fuck his brains out. "His dick can't be that good," I argue. She yanks the books out of my arms. "He's been through a lot."

thing now. Bones is... for lack of a better word, a fucking idiot! all world knows him and his three friends as the Dark Kings, and they are all

arrogant shit. Titan, Cross, and Bones are all seniors with Luca. Grave, Bones' younger brother, is a junior. The Kings are like

Luca, will take over from their parents and rule the world. Emily, Jasmine and I chose to stay because we didn't want to leave each other behind.

We knew this day would come eventually, but we're trying postpone as long as we can.

"And your pussy is his therapist?" - I ask. Ping. -I gotta go. She runs down the hall, resolute. The Ping disappears when she leaves me to go meet him in the men's locker room to suck your dick. With a sigh, I grab the black leather strap of my Louis backpack.

white Vuitton Discovery and turn the corner, heading for the library. THE Most students are done for the day, but I stay late on Fridays.

to teach a one-hour tutoring class. I always got an A. And when the yearschool started, I discovered that some children in my classes did not were totally ready for the curriculum, so I volunteered to be tutor them. Up the frst fight of stairs, my leather Louboutin Mary Janes

black hitting the white tile hard. Turning the corner, I head to next, when a book slips from my hands. he goes down the

steps, making a loud slapping noise that ricochets down the halls abandoned. -Shit. "I run after him. And I bend over to pick it up, but

someone comes forward. I look up from my crouched position to the man standing before me. He holds my book in one hand and his

cell phone in the other. I stand up and snatch my book from his hands. "It's good to see you

not lost your phone. "Then I turn and start walking away from him, stomping on the second fight of stairs. "Haven..." He grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop. I turn to face him, pulling out of his grip. -Not start. "I didn't have any cell service where I was," he explains,

his big dark eyes begging her to forgive him. I do not forgive. But now I know he was out in the desert or forest somewhere.

Probably helping your father bury a body. Or two. Your father considers this as close as possible to a bond. but what you wait when your father is a Don, the leader of the Italian-American Mafa? I wish that had stopped me from falling in love with him.

Unfortunately, by the time I found out, it was already too early. that's the thing scary about love; he blurs the lines of right and wrong. You

chooses to ignore what it must question because it is dangerous and exciting at the same time. "How long have you been back?" - Demand. Climbing the three steps, he closes the distance between us, forcing me to look at him even though he is on the step below me. he hates the people looking at it for whatever reason. Reaching out his hand, he pulls

the strap of my backpack off my shoulder. I'll get. -Luca... But he grabs my arm, stopping me from bending over. -One hour. -

He answers my previous question and cups my face in his hand.

hot. My breathing starts to quicken. The feeling in my chest does my thighs tighten. Not! I will not allow him to do this to me. "I knew you had private lessons, so I came straight here to

see you. When I look at his freshly shaved face, I know he's showered.

recently. I can still smell the lingering citrus scent of your body wash on your fawless skin. The guy is too handsome to be real.It's really unfair. He has his father's jet black hair.

Usually he wears it high and loose in the middle and shorter on the sides, but now it's slicked back. And he has dark eyes, but not so

as dark as those of his father or brother. They are framed with long dark lashes. A chiseled jaw. Dressed in a black T-shirt tights and dark jeans, he looks absolutely delicious. His late grandfather was Italian, but his father was born in New York and lived there until moving to Las Vegas when he was fourteen. where mr.

Bianchi met Luca's mother. His father owned a business very large concrete, and concrete is useful when you have bodies that can be hidden under the new foundations being poured

daily. Nobody ever came and told me, but I connected the dots. Your father wanted access to properties to hide evidence and bodies, and he got it when he married Luca's mother. I did my research on Mafia, they marry for power. In some cases, this even means marry blood relatives. But her father went back to New York

when Luca was ten years old, leaving Luca and his brothers here. He knew that they would take care of his orders in Vegas while he was able to

control New York. He was able to cover more ground that way.

All part of his plan to take over the world. He wraps his free hand around my waist and pulls me closer.

him. I don't walk away. Fuck, I'm as bad as Emilee. Whipped by stick. The good dick will make a girl stupid. I should become one

lesbian. "I have to go," I tell him, but I make no move to get away. "Cancel," he whispers, his lips inches from mine. Mine heart starts to beat faster, knowing he wants to spend a time with me. You stupid bitch. -I can not... -Yes you can. His head dips into my neck and he kisses the

sensitive spot behind my ear. My head falls back and I moan, but I interrupt in case a colleague is around. -I have miss you. He licks my neck down to the shell of my ear.

"I thought about you the whole time I was away." His voice drops to a I grunt and feel his hard cock against my belly as he rubs your hips against me.