GLACIER TRUCE

Meet Two different Families. They are the two most dangerous Mafias in the whole of Italy, across Sicily and to this day, no other clan stands a chance against them. First Family. Name: Cactus Clan Name: Nightshade Clan Godmother, Serena, the head of the clan. A woman who is feared even by powerful men. She's a definition of craziness. She's well know for being a crazy witch that nobody wants to mess with. Erica, 25 years old, the first daughter, another witch who took after their mother without any single difference in character. She is very obedient to the core as she follows whatever their mother says without bothering to think about it. She's a badass fighter and can't go a day without spilling blood. Venetta, 23 years old. Second daughter and the craziest girl you might ever encounter. You can never understand her mood. It fluctuates... one minute she's smiling, the next second she's something else...and the reason is she's a drug addict. She sniffs like her life depends on it. Jazzlyn, 21 years old. She has no single similarity to her other siblings. Not like she was hated but she wasn't loved like the others. She was not allowed to go to any mission because she wasn't trained and was regarded as weakling. Her offense was that she had a weak heart. She had never gotten things right. She has badly wanted to train, wanted to go to mission but it was basically her fault and nobody's that she wasn't good. She keeps on trying and still can't. She can't even handle a gun. She was always left out during missions. One crazy thing she enjoys doing is cutting herself. She loves making herself bleed. * Second Family. Name: Truce. Clan Name: Hades fruit Clan Godfather, Padrino. The only one who's not scared of Serena. Instead he's also feared by everyone and every other clan in Italy, except Serena's though. Renzo, First Son, 25 years old. A playboy, bully and a dangerous killer. Padrino trust him more than anyone in the world cos he does not believe in love. Ace, second son, 24 years old. He's a playboy also and a drug addict. He went schooling in the states and ended up making a transfer back to Italy. He's a nice person and at the same time cold. And then we have, Glacier. 24 years old. He is merely a tool. Crazy, right? The son of Padrino, a tool? He's the most hated one in the family and clan. Even though he's one of them. He was never trained, not even how to defend himself but surprisingly, he had his first kill at the age of ten. He gets beaten up even when Renzo and Ace makes the mistakes. He gets beaten like a thief and he was used to the countless and ugly bruises all over his body. He doesn't talk, always alone, a weirdo. Amidst all this, Glacier is a strikingly handsome young man. He is the very definition of what it means to be devoid of mercy. He has no heart....he has been taught never to smile, laugh or frown. His expression is always unreadable. No one can decrypt his thoughts. After his first kill at the age of ten which was a shock to Padrino, he started leading every mission and decides who will accompany him. Everyone knows better to avoid his wrath, except for Renzo, who never backs down, though he is no match for Glacier. * Everything is all about competition to both families. Both families are sworn enemies for reasons unknown and they succeeded in passing the hatred on and on to their children. In a single word, they are bloody enemies and there's even a rule guiding that. A Nightshade must not be seen getting intimate with an Hades fruit and vice versa. They shouldn't be seen talking or chitchatting. They should keep hating on each other. Now let's talk about the school they all attend... Acme University. The school popular slogan which was common among the students is if you can't beat the rich, melt away. Acme University is an institution where the sons and daughters of the wealthy and powerful Mafia families ruled the halls. This elite school was notorious for its lax academic standards And rampant bullying, where family connections and social hierarchy dictated the pecking order there. At the top of the food chain were the *Capi*, the heirs to the most powerful Mafia families[Hades fruit Clan and Nightshade Clan] Below the Capi were the *Sottocapi*, the children of mid-level Mafia families, who aspired to climb the ranks and gain favor with the Capi. The *Bourgeoisie*, the offspring of wealthy business families, often caught between loyalty to their families and the allure of Mafia power. At the bottom of the hierarchy were the *Plebeians* Let's stop here.... A war begins. But what happens when this war transforms into something unexpected, something forbidden? What dark secrets will be revealed? Curious to find out where the dark forbidden romance comes from. You can't miss this book for anything.

Chapters

Chapter 1

The night stank of gasoline and gun oil.

Down by the dockyard, where the mist crawled low like smoke from the underworld, Hades Fruit moved in silence.

No chatter. No wasted motion.

Renzo's voice was the only one cutting through the calm, low and cold.

"Quick. In, out. No noise. Glacier, handle the right wing with the other mobsters. Ace, keep your eyes on the containers."

It was supposed to be simple, retrieve the shipment, erase the trail, disappear before sunrise.

But fate had other plans.

From the other end of the pier, footsteps echoed...measured, deliberate, not afraid.

Glacier's head lifted first. He saw shadows move through the fog, three silhouettes walking like they owned the night.

And just like that, calm snapped.

Renzo's jaw tightened.

"Tell me you didn't call for backup." Renzo snapped.

"I didn't," Glacier mumbled.

Ace smirked, cocking his gun. "Then we've got company."

Out of the fog, Nightshade appeared.

Erica stepped first, black coat sweeping behind her, gun low at her side, eyes like fire that had learned control.

Venetta walked a half-step behind, chewing gum with the kind of confidence that made men nervous, a grin stitched on her lips and a knife glinting in her hand.

The air shifted. Enemies, old as sin.

Erica's gaze met Renzo's, not surprise, not fear, just irritation.

"This place was supposed to be empty," she said, her tone calm, warning.

Renzo's reply was colder. "That's funny. Because it belongs to us."

Ace gave a low whistle. "Small world, huh?"

Venetta's smirk sharpened. "Then maybe you should've built higher fences."

"What are you doing here?" Renzo repeated.

Erica's tone was even, but her eyes flickered. "Following a lead. Ours."

Renzo's stare hardened. "Your lead just ran into my mission."

"Then maybe your mission is trespassing."

The air grew thin, taut with pride.

Neither side wanted this fight - but neither would walk away first.

Before Renzo could speak, Venetta moved - too fast, too reckless.

Her knife sang through the air and buried itself into a Hades mobster's neck.

The mobster fell, choking on his own blood.

It was obvious that she was high.

For a heartbeat, everything froze.

Then chaos erupted.

"Goddammit, Venetta" Erica snapped, but it was too late.

Glacier had already opened fire.

The docks exploded with gunshots, glass, and screams.

Renzo moved like shadow, ducking behind a container and firing back, each shot clean, deliberate.

Glacier handled the rest, ice-cold, empty-eyed, dropping mobsters like dominoes.

Ace? He was smiling - that sick, adrenaline-fed grin - as he charged straight for Venetta.

Venetta met him halfway.

"You're in my way, pretty boy."

"Sweetheart, you wish."

She swung first - knife flashing. Ace blocked, twisted, caught her wrist, and she kicked him square in the ribs. He stumbled, laughed, and threw a punch that barely missed her face.

She ducked, rolled, came up with her blade drawn across his cheek.

Blood welled.

His grin widened. "Now we're talking."

"Keep grinning," she hissed, "I'll cut the rest off."

Across the yard, Renzo found Erica.

The world had narrowed to just the two of them - leaders, equals, mirrors.

"You didn't plan this," Renzo said, voice low as he reloaded.

"No," she answered, ducking behind a crate. "But I'm not walking away either."

They fired almost in sync - two sharp bursts that missed by inches.

When their guns clicked empty, they closed the distance.

Renzo blocked a kick, caught her arm, twisted - she spun, slammed an elbow into his chest.

They broke apart, breathing hard, guns forgotten.

Erica snapped, firing a warning shot near his feet.

Renzo's temper cracked for the first time that night. He charged, grabbed her wrist before she could aim again, and slammed her against a container. Her gun clattered to the ground.

But before he could speak, she twisted, shoved him back, and landed a clean hit to his jaw.

He smirked through the sting.

Behind them, Glacier moved like a machine, efficient, silent, unstoppable. He had turned the fight into massacre.

He moved through the pier like winter itself - no hesitation, no mercy. His bullets dropped Nightshade mobsters one after another, until even Venetta had to pull back to cover.

Venetta rolled behind a crate, reloading her pistol with bloody hands.

Erica crouched beside her, jaw tight.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Erica muttered.

Venetta smirked, even bleeding. "You mean we weren't supposed to find them here."

"Same thing. Mother didn't say shit"

Ace lunged at Venetta again - faster, angrier this time - and they collided, knives and fists and curses.

Their blades locked.

She whispered, close enough for him to feel her breath, "Next time, I'll aim lower."

He grinned through the pain. "Next time, I'll let you."

Renzo grabbed Glacier's arm. "Pull back. We've lost too many."

Glacier's eyes flicked to the bodies - their men, Nightshade's men - sprawled across the ground.

"Not yet," he said flatly. "They came into our job."

Erica heard him. "We didn't come for your job," she shot back. "We came for the same ghost you're chasing."

"We'll finish this another night," she said quietly.

Renzo nodded once. "Count on it."

Venetta spat blood, wiping her mouth. "You better bring flowers to your own funeral."

Ace laughed, clutching his side. "Save me a seat at yours."

"Venetta, pull back." Erica snapped.

Venetta hesitated, glaring at Ace like she wasn't done yet.

"Now," Erica ordered.

Venetta spat blood, holstered her gun, and backed away. "We'll finish this another night."

Ace smirked. "I'll be waiting."

Renzo stepped out from behind cover, gun still in hand but not raised.

Erica met his gaze one last time.

No words. Just that silent promise that this wasn't over.

Then Nightshade vanished into the fog as quickly as they'd come.

The docks were left in ruin. Smoke hung heavy.

Glacier walked among the bodies, checking for survivors.

Renzo looked over the wreckage - bodies on both sides, crates destroyed, blood soaking into the wood.

He exhaled, slow.

"Tonight wasn't supposed to end like this."

Continue to next part

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Mafia Modern

8.2

BOUND TO My EX'S UNCLE

8.2

Betrayed. Humiliated. Desired by the forbidden. Heat Level: Steamy contemporary romance with emotional depth Evelyn Hayes thought she could trust her fiancé... until she caught him with her pregnant stepsister. Humiliated, alone, and set up to take the fall for a cruel scheme, her world shatters. But Roman Sinclair-her fiancé's powerful uncle-has wanted her for years. Protective, dangerous, and harboring secrets that could destroy them both, he's determined to claim her. One night changes everything. What began as forbidden desire turns deeper. Darker. All-consuming. Roman walked away once, thinking she was too young, too pure, too off-limits. He won't make that mistake again. Some men don't just want you-they protect you, claim you, and won't let you go. For readers who crave steamy, forbidden romance, betrayal, and a man who doesn't let go, this story will ignite your heart. **** Excerpt: "I'm going to get you pregnant." Evelyn froze. "What?" Roman didn't look bothered. His voice was calm. Controlled. "We'll just... make it happen. Starting now." Her heart slammed against her chest. "Roman, I have plans. A career. A life-" He pulled her closer, his gaze dark, unwavering. "Do you have a better solution?" She opened her mouth... then stopped. Because she didn't. "Sooner or later, you'd have to get pregnant to maintain this story. Why not now?" His gaze turned smoldering, almost hypnotic. "But I don't want to bring a child into a marriage based on contracts. Not now," she whispered. "Not without love. That's not fair to a baby." His thumb brushed her cheek. "Who said there's no love?" he murmured. Evelyn looked at him, dazed. "What do you mean?" "Hm?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "Who said there's no love, Evelyn?"

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

His Temptation

7.2

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Action Mafia Modern

9.2

Only One for Me

9.2

After a tragic marriage to a cheating husband ends in her suicide, a woman wakes up on the day she originally called off her engagement to Lionel Andrus, a powerful mafia boss with an incubus bloodline. In her past life, she believed her sister Tracy's lies about Lionel's infidelity, leading to her downfall. Now reborn, she must ignore her family's manipulation and embrace her intense connection with Lionel to rewrite her destiny.

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8.6

Only the Sea Breeze Remembers

8.6

While Wendy’s body remains unclaimed in a morgue, her fiancé Ron Corleone offers comfort to the very person responsible for her death. His sister, Lisa, fabricates a story of abandonment during their shared kidnapping to mask her guilt. Fueled by these lies, Ron promises to cripple Wendy for her perceived cowardice. However, the grim reality is that Wendy already perished with broken limbs, a revelation that will eventually push the vengeful mafia heir to the brink of insanity.

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8.4

Seducing The Mafia's Lord Stepbrother

8.4

"I break everything I touch,bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?" "Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti." ••••••• Amy Baker's life had hit a dead end for years. Surviving from hand to mouth through multiple part-time jobs and coming back home to her gambling addict boyfriend. On what was supposed to be their five year anniversary he sold her to pay his debts to one the country's deadliest Mafia, a man who sent shivers in the underworld. Finding herself in the web of Antonio Moretti, Amy has two choices to remain a timid prey or evolve to a predator herself. To break or be broken.

Mafia Modern

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