𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
I never thought my world would crumble at the hands of a man like Alessandro Rossi-a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 draped in silk suits and ruthlessness. One moment, I was Yasenia Fraga, daughter of the...
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Monsters are made not born.
Whether that was the truth or not, it didn't matter, either way, I was a monster.
A monster shaped by anger, hate, bitterness and resentment. A monster shaped by his father's belt and his mother's suicide. A monster who was once so close to killing his own father. A monster who relished bathing in the blood of his enemies to satisfy his own demons.
Born or made, I was still a monster.
I was bred to become the leader of New York's Five Families and Chairman of the Commission; capo di tutti capi. I was raised to become the monster I was, to rule with cold blood and an iron fist, to dish out punishments as I saw fit.
And tonight I would show the ones who betrayed me exactly the kind of monster I was.
I stood in our Manhattan warehouse, the smell of blood filling my nostrils. Three bodies—traitors—were scattered across the floor, their skulls shattered, blood and brains smeared across the concrete. That was what you'd get for going behind the boss's back and stealing from him.
I straightened my custom-made suit, adjusting my cufflinks with care as I gave the scene around me one last glance before I left.
Business was done.
I holstered my guns and exited the warehouse. Andrea waited outside by my black Maserati.
"Clean?" he asked. It was more routine than a real question.
A ghost of a smile played on my lips. "As always."
I slid into the passenger seat and reached for the bottle of aged whiskey tucked in the glove compartment. I desperately needed a drink. Tonight wasn't about business anymore, it was my night off, my chance to unwind with a taste of the good life my family protected so fucking fiercely.
Andrea navigated the streets of Manhattan, speeding off toward 'Velvet Vibe', one of my nightclubs. Sometimes business and pleasure needed to mix, and tonight, a little pleasure sounded just about right.
The redhead by the door, wearing a red dress that left so little to the imagination, gave me a sly grin. I brushed her off and made my way toward the VIP booth where the music was less thumping. Andrea and I moved through the crowd, people giving us room and parting for us instinctively. Some recognized me, their faces showing fear, while others had no clue who I was but still nodded out of respect.
A little while later, the redhead followed us in, drinks in hand. She was one of the fresh faces I'd recently hired at the club.
"Boss," she purred with a seductive smile, sliding a glass of Bourbon, my usual poison, onto the leather table. "All business tonight?"
I glanced up, watching the way she licked her lips, sparking all sorts of ideas to spice up my evening. "Business," I said, keeping my eyes locked on her. "Just a different kind tonight."
