•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"Please, please, have mercy..." he groaned out, he could barely breathe but I didn't care as I jabbed another needle into his neck. I frowned, mockingly. "How can I? You don't fucking deserve it!" saying that, I slammed a plier onto his nose, probably breaking it. He let out gibberish as blood trailed down his nose, filling his mouth, and making him gag on it. I was in the tunnels under our mansion, torturing our captives—the ones who deserves it anyway. My hair was in a messy bun and I was wearing a light pink summer dress which was now covered in blood, filthy blood. My husband has gone out of the country leaving me alone with these imbeciles and Lorenzo. I went into the corner to get the toolkit when Lorenzo appeared beside me in a flash. "Let me get this for you" I smiled as we walked back to the man I was torturing. Phew! Even walking is a chore for me nowadays. Lorenzo opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpest blades
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Evangeline ═ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═My window faced the vast gardens of our estate. The view that was hidden away from the world. No one really comes to this side of the garden except for the gardener. He comes twice a week, works for hours and hours on end and then he leaves before sunset. I'm not allowed to see him when he comes to tend to the garden, I'm supposed to close my curtain and sit in the dark until he leaves. He can not see me or there are going to be consequences. I sat silently and just watched the calming scenery before me, the soft night light, the chirping of the crickets, and the sky illuminated with a million stars. I took a deep breath as I yearned to run through these gardens with my hair flowing freely in the wind. I wanted to roam these gardens anytime I wanted without the fear of not being seen, I wanted to play in the dirt, and dance around in rain. But I couldn't. My whole life, my whole existence I have been in this room, locked away, safe and secure. The outside worl
•Nikolai•═ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═Family. Honor. Loyalty. These are the three things that are of great significance in our world.I was Luciano Costello's firstborn and only son, Nikolai Costello. Luciano Costello had been the most feared don of New York City and now in his place, I was. I was taught to be strong, to be ruthless, to be cold-blooded. I was taught to be cruel. I was raised to become a man without feelings. The first time, I killed a man, I was only seven years old. My father had his first kill when he was twelve. I took over the mafia at the age of twenty-four, I took over before he had passed, my father took over the mafia after my grandfather passed away. I intended to surpass my father in every way possible.My father carried the legacy of the underworld from his father. Which my grandfather inherited from his father and so on. We had ruled for generations and I intend to rule and carry on the Costello lineage. After Luciano Costello retired due to his failing health, he passed
•Evangeline•═ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═The first thing I saw was multiple bloody shoeprints, my chin trembled and I inhaled deeply. I wiped my tears and moved further into our home. Blood... There was blood everywhere. As I got close to our living room I saw someone lying on the ground. By his uniform, I could tell that he was one of the household's help. Then I saw it, for the first time in my life I saw a dead body with a hole in his chest, the blood still oozing out of it. Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over me like some hungry beast, immobilizing me; my brain, holding me captive. I covered my mouth with both of my hands to muffle my loud cries. No, please, this can't be happening, please. I took two small steps backward. Terror sucked the very breath from my mouth. Pulse beating in my ears, blocking out all other sounds even my own.Panicking, I ran inside the living room, stepping over the bodies that were lying in my way. Bodies... bodies... so many dead bodies. I could not f
•Nikolai•═ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═"Niko, Elijah Bolton was murdered, his entire family has been killed," Scott informed through the phone. I reclined back in my seat and sighed. "Every single one of them?" "Yes, boss, except for Leopold, the butler. He is nowhere to be found. There's no body..." "Look for him," I ordered, as I put on my suit jacket. "On it, Niko, but you might want to come down here, there's a situation---"I cut him off. "I'll be there" I hung up the call and walked to my dining room. Bolton's dead body can wait. I settled on my seat, and read the daily paper, sipping my coffee in silence. "Don Niko," a maid voiced. "What?" I questioned, keeping my gaze on the paper. "My daughter graduated top of her class" she smiled. "She wanted to thank you for paying for her education." Georgia has been working for me for ten years, her daughter was a bright kid. I just did what I would do for any of my house help. "Bright little kid, does she plan on going to college?" "Yes..." "Talk
•Evangeline•═ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═I don't know where I was. I don't know any of these people. I have been sitting in this room alone in the corner after the maids bathed me, they tried to get me to eat something but I couldn't. All I could think about was my parent's dead bodies, their dead eyes staring at me emotionlessly. Bile rose to my throat, I wanted to throw up, food was the least of my concerns right now. All day long a lot of questions have been running through my mind. I needed answers, I needed someone to talk to. I needed to see my parents again. They deserve a funeral and proper burial and a final goodbye that I never got a chance to say. There were a lot of people in this house, mostly, servants. They couldn't have the answers to my questions. I needed to talk to the woman who brought me here, what was her name? Bianca? That's what she told me. I needed to know, who they are. What do they want from me? Why am I here? What happened to my parents? Who killed them? What will happen to
•Nikolai•ஓ๑♡๑ஓ"I don't know anything about the shooting, Don Niko" she was on the verge of crying. May Summers, the only maid that was luckily left alive. She had taken two days' leave when Elijah Bolton's entire family was murdered. She was the only one who could tell me if that girl was telling the truth or not. She could be an imposter for all I know, I couldn't just take her word for it. The story she made up was complete utter bullshit. What the fuck does Ignacio Reyes take me for? A fucking fool? He really thought that he'd dangle a sweet piece of ass in front of me and it would throw me off my game? I'm not that weak when it comes to women. But fuck him for choosing the sexiest piece of ass in New York City. The way she just stood there waiting for my command. How she acted as if I scared her. Her beautiful brown eyes were filled with fake innocence. How she flinched whenever I stepped closer to her. And her body... her fucking photoshopped body. I couldn't believe that a