BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Giovanni's POV
Fucking Mafia Ball.
I despise them more than anything.
And of course The Italian Mafia is hosting tonight.
The only good thing about tonight's that Alessandro Garcia wont be here.
I smirk, reminding myself how me and my two sons Angelo, and Dante killed him three years ago.
I am still on the hunt for the Spanish Golden Guns, hoping to find my daughter, Veronica. But ever since Alessandro died the Spanish Mafia's security has gotten much more advanced.
My spies have tried getting in the Garcia Mansion but ended up dead.
And it leaves me to wonder who is the Don of the Spanish Mafia.
Yesterday 4 of my closest friends Toni, Rocco, Giuseppe and Francesco. Were sent to me in a box, with a bullet between each of their eyes.
I could immediately tell, this was a work from a sniper from how clean the shot was. But what confuses me is who dared do it.
I am one of the best Mafias there ever was, so who dared to kill my men. Of course I have enemies but no one has ever got the chance to even hurt my Men.
I have tried checking the Security Cameras but no one was seen.
Angelo, my eldest son, enters my office, I look up, "Yes?"
"We've found one of the Spanish don's men, and he is confessing who the snipers were, who killed Toni, Rocco, Giuseppe and Francesco."
I nod, "Perfect, I'll be down now."
He nods and walks out.
I smirk to myself, knowing that I will now know who the don of the Spanish mafia is.
I exit my office, making my way to my torture room.
Soon as I walk downstairs it feels as though the temperature has dropped, Good.
I nod to the guards who just nod back and unlock the door.
Angelo follows behind me.
My eyes darted to Alex Jones who was tied to a metal pole.
Someone picked up a glass of water and splashed it over his face. Groggy Alex opened his eyes, everything a blur- a side effect of the drug they used on him while bringing him here.
A dim light above the metal pole, brightening the room slightly, the floor of pure concrete.
The walls were painted with the dried blood of the previous sufferers. No windows just a plain metal door. A wooden table, placed beside the cold wall. Multiple torture devices are arranged on it.
"You got some guts Jones," My cold voice sneered. Alex blinked his eyes trying to think what the hell was going on. His eyes wide opened when he felt excruciating pain from his shoulder.
