Vincenzo's Obsession

morning activities and went downstairs. Everywhere was s

ser to hear what they were saying. Now I knew why everywhere was quiet. I spotted Maksim, the Bratva's bo

ion between Uncle Pietro and Maksim. Their words wer

re emanating a chilling aura. Memories of that fateful nigh

of fear and dread for me. I had witnessed the darkness that lurked within those circles, and

rt, I couldn't help but wonder what had led to this unexpected visit from Maksim. The uncertai

, Pietro? You very well kno

t know."

yourself into. You messed with a whole Vincenzo Cassa

long breath and massage

hed business with him, so how could y

wn my spine, and the realization hit me like a tidal wave. Uncle Pietro had unknowing

ed in hushed tones, a man whose pow

curiosity welling up inside me. What connection did Uncle have with

ou suggest I d

ive him what he w

hter so he can destroy her? No w

cond option."

ich

He sim

, the man I had grown up knowing as family, was considering handing me over

sacrifice me to a man known for his cruelty and merciless nature was beyond comprehensio

I merely a pawn in their dangerous game? A bargaining chip to be exchanged for their o

ld give him

o you don't mind

what happens to tha

and betrayal. Their conversation hung heavy in the air, and I

as if they held power over my l

Maksim, on the other hand, wore a smug grin on his face, relishing in the chaos he had sti

defiance. "You would sell me out? Betray your own family?

ou doing here?" U

ive me to Vincenzo, rig

d you hear?"

to face Uncle Pietro. "An

giving you to Vincenzo." Uncle P

e to pay for your mess?

say so." M

o him, I know I was not supposed to say t

acity of both Uncle Pietro and Maksim to treat me like a mere bargaining chip infuriated m

spat at Maksim, my voice laced with contempt. "You have no right to meddle in my l

od my ground, refusing to back down. Turning my attention back to Uncl

x of hurt and anger. "I thought you were family that you cared about Erik and me. But all I

to me like that.

going to him no matte

ple. Uncle, that guy is goi

. Do I look like I care?

could Uncle Pietro, the man I once considered family, be so heartless? The

lling in my anguish. "If you refuse to comply, Erik will suffer the

ice filled with anguish. "I am your blood, your n

s presence suffocating. I could feel the weight of his indifference pressing d

hing." It was true. Blood or not, he had shown me his

d in mom and dad's place, then I won't ha

e, split my lips and bruised my eyes after hitting me s

You won't threaten me wi

very fibre of my being, but I refused to let it break me. Uncle Pietro's act of violence on

gh escaped my bruised mouth. The taste of copper lingered,

ce steady despite the pain coursing through my body. "I won't let yo

d my hair in a death grip. "You are

slapped his hands a

n its wake. I refused to let his intimidation consume me any longer. The burning desire fo

t her. She had played her part in this twisted game, willingly supporting Uncle Pietro's despic

ipulate me, to keep me under their oppressive influence, would no longer hold power over

y. The realization struck me once more that I should have perished alongside my parents that fat

n my pocket. As I carefully placed the phone in my pocket, its prese

aotic existence. With each passing moment, my resolve grew stronger-I had to s

desperation such as this. It was a small sum, but it would be enough to sustain us

neath its fabric. Every movement was calculated, each action deliberat

ermined to break free and create a haven