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.
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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.
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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.
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Chapter 6
ACME UNIVERSITY CAFETERIA•••••••
The cafeteria buzzed with noise, trays clattering, students laughing over plates of food, the smell of fried chicken and coffee weaving through the air. Phones chimed across the room at the same time-everyone receiving the same notification.
"ACME UNIVERSITY WELCOME PARTY – Tonight at 9PM. Attendance is mandatory." A wave of murmurs swept the tables. At one corner, Erica sat with her friends-Camille and Nora. Erica leaned across the table, her eyes bright. "So... who's going shopping with me? I'm not stepping into that party in last week's outfit." Camille gasped like it was life or death. "Shopping? Count me in. My closet is crying for mercy." Nora smirked, stabbing her fork into her salad. "Your closet is crying because you stuff it with things you wear once and forget about." Erica sighed but smiled, adjusting her glasses. "Still... she's not wrong. If this is the official welcome party, everyone's going to bring their best. We should look sharp." Camille clapped her hands, grinning. "Yes! That's the spirit. We'll go after class. Shoes, dresses, accessories-the whole thing." At that moment, Venetta slid into the empty seat beside them, balancing a tray with grilled fish and rice. She placed it down gently, already half-distracted by her phone. "Venettaaa," Erica said dragging her name. "You're coming with us, right? Party prep?" Venetta only gave a small nod, still scrolling on her screen. Erica narrowed her eyes playfully. "You're awfully quiet. You are not even sniffing. What's got you so locked into that phone? Don't tell me..." She leaned forward dramatically. "You got yourself a boyfriend?" Venetta rolled her eyes, stabbing a piece of fish. "Please. Don't start." Camille gasped and smacked the table. "She's blushing!" "I am not," Venetta muttered, though her ears warmed just slightly. Nora leaned back in her chair, smirking. "So what's his name. You aren't even denying" Venetta sighed, finally lowering her phone. "He's just... someone I met online." That made the table go still for a second. Camille raised her brows. "Wait-you mean you've never actually met him?" "Nope," Venetta replied simply, spearing another bite of rice. Nora leaned forward, wide-eyed. "Okay, but... have you at least seen his picture? Like video call, or selfie, or something?" Venetta shook her head. "Nope. He hasn't seen mine either." Nora burst out laughing. "So you're just talking to a ghost. For all you know, he's a seventy-year-old uncle with three teeth." Venetta gave her the deadpan look she always reserved for Nora's jokes. "Funny." Erica tilted her head. "Then why keep talking to him? If you don't even know what he looks like?" For the first time, Venetta hesitated, eyes dropping to her phone again. "Because... I don't know. It feels different. He doesn't push, doesn't brag. He just... listens." The table fell quieter than before. "Does he know you sniff" Erica asked "No. He doesn't push" Nora rolled her eyes but smirked anyway. "He sure won't. Not until he shows up and he's bald, toothless, and four feet tall." Camille squealed, smacking Nora's arm. " Don't ruin the vibe!" Erica grinned, reaching across to nudge Venetta's arm. "Well, mystery man or not, you're coming shopping with us." Venetta allowed the faintest smile, shaking her head. "You girls are ridiculous".
The cafeteria was loud with chatter and clinking trays, but when Jazzlyn stepped through the doors, no one really noticed. She liked it that way. Her oversized headphones sat snugly over her head, drowning out the noise with her playlist. Dressed in a cropped top, a short skirt, and boots that hugged her legs, she looked effortlessly put together-yet she moved with the air of someone who didn't want eyes on her. Head slightly bowed, she went straight to the counter. "Spicy chicken wings. Extra fries. And a Coke," she said simply. The cashier nodded quickly, sliding the tray over without a word. Jazzlyn didn't linger. She balanced the tray with one hand, grabbed a wing with the other, and walked right back out-just as quietly as she had come in. She preferred walking while she ate. Sitting around tables, making small talk-that wasn't her. The hallway was her peace. Boots clicking softly, she moved between classrooms, nibbling on fries, sipping her drink, letting the music keep her company. Until she turned into one of the quieter hallways. There, leaning against the wall, was Glacier. He didn't see her at first. His back was turned, one hand holding a cigarette as he used the other hand to paint canvas. For a heartbeat, Jazzlyn slowed her steps. He looked-calm. Collected. Alone. Too much like herself. But then the irritation hit her chest. This fool almost dragged me into trouble yesterday. She took another bite of her wing, sharper than necessary. As if sensing her, Glacier turned his head slightly. Their eyes met. Jazzlyn froze-only for a second-then her glare hardened, cold and sharp. She didn't let it linger. She looked away and walked past him quickly. Behind her, Glacier's lips tilted into a faint smirk. A drag of smoke. A tap of ash. And then, without a word, his attention went right back to his paintings.
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