THE GARDEN OF BLOOD TRILOGY: Book One
UNDER CONTRUCTION
The headings that are in English are edited.
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Nikolaos Vitcenzo King of his underworld that is the Mafia.
Arden Dagwood a twenty-year-old who should have just minded her own busines...
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The first man a girl loves is her father...
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Astrid
I dragged my suitcase of tools behind me as I made my way to him. The man who caused all my misery. It killed me inside to think that this cunt was the reason I was born.
The thought disgusted me. I was a product of rape and so was Nikolaos. It was funny really, the man I hated most was the reason I drew air.
Indeed it was a fucked up world.
My memory haunted me constantly without let up. Niko was too young to remember how our mother cried every night Vito raped her. She never blamed us or pushed us away even though we reminded her of the man.
Niko looked like her in his masculine way but for me, I was the spitting image of the man. Only thing I had from my mother, was her raven hair.
Instead, we were the reason she kept herself alive. The reason she fought.
As I opened his door the smell of burning flesh made me smile. Cooped up in a corner was the man of the hour, "Vito...looks like Niko did quite the job on you..." I said closing the door behind me.
"Kind of like what I did to your mother all those years ago..." he had the audacity to laugh and spit his blood at my feet. His face grimacing from the pain he probably was in.
The first thing I wanted to address was his hair. I wanted to shave all his beautiful hair clean off his head. I knew he loved it and that is exactly what I did. Vito's head was shining when I finished.
His hair fell all over him. The majority stuck to his skinned, raw, wound. Giving the impression of him looking like some type of minge dog that was sick and lost its hair in patches.
"I-I lo-loved your mother." He gagged out choking on his blood. I punched him in the face, hard.
"Do not disrespect her with your lies. If you love someone you don't fucking hurt them every chance you get or kill the ones they care about." I pulled his chain down until he was dangling in the air by his arms.
Love, the word sounded foreign on his tongue. What the fuck he knew about love?
"Now you come and kill the only man I knew as a father." I stabbed him in the gut. Then I burned the area so he won't bleed out. His screams filled the room but I paid no mind.
All he had to do was leave us alone, leave my family alone. It was bad enough he raped our mother and caused her pain. But then he had to go after the one man that meant the world to me.
