Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez is a devilishly handsome mafia King. Despite being cold hearted and beyond cruel, he has fallen in love with the woman of his dreams.
But can he hold on to her? Or will he lose her because the threats he faces all come wit...
TRIGGER WARNINGS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
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Two weeks after Lira's wedding, she returned to Albania. She has always said this was her home and always will be. I liked having her here when she did come back. She spent a lot of time with Enzo, so when she came home, I always wanted to learn from her. She was a good teacher. She had already taught me how to throw knives properly.
I finally have a family. Well mother and father couldn't really count because mother was never with me, always chasing a high. The times that she was, I never wanted to be in her presence. All I remember whilst I was growing up was the smell of weed and the sight of needles and various powders. Mother was sometimes unconscious, one day at seven years old I couldn't wake her up and I cried for hours until my voice became hoarse. But not anymore. I will never cry like that again. I will never touch drugs.
My father was an asshole. He never cared about me. He even said it multiple times. He had lots of other children and I don't know why he couldn't keep it in his pants if he hated us. However, he did teach me. He never wanted a weak son. He was the right hand man to one of the worlds most notorious drug lords so he wanted me to be able to defend myself. Many things I learned on my own or from his friends.
But Enzo was right, if I didn't go through what I did, I wouldn't be here today. I wouldn't be here with my brother and sister. I admired them both so much. What they had built. They told me about their lives. I know they omitted some details but what they had achieved despite what they faced, was incredible. I didn't hesitate when they asked me if I wanted to join.
I wanted to help them if I could. I wanted to show them that I was capable and I was not just a stupid little boy. I wanted to be useful. Needed. Wanted. They've been teaching me, training me. I've spent more time with Admir and he has also been showing me around Albania and all that we own. We. It still seems so surreal. If it hadn't been for those men chasing father and I, I would never have found Admir and Lira.
Admir was impressed with how much I already knew, how blood and beatings never fazed me. How I could throw knives and learning how to use a gun was easy work. I spent my time going to school and with Admir. Sometimes I can't tell if he gets a bit annoyed with me. So I do try and stay out of his way, especially when he was quiet. When he was quiet, it was dangerous. He never lashed out or flipped tables, instead he sat deathly quiet, smoking on his own. That's how he expressed his anger.
I was never frightened of him. Father used to scream and break things whenever he got angry. So I'm thankful that Admir is so different. I can see why Lira adores him. She looks up to him and so do I.
The soft glow of the setting sun spilled into the training room. The room was large, filled with training equipment such as tables of knives, guns and dangerous weaponry. It smelt new, like leather and polish. Target boards and silhouettes of people lined one wall. The rubber matted floor squeaked beneath my feet as I stared ahead at Lira. She stood in a fighting stance, ready to knock me to my ass again.
