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.

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Chapter 4

10PM*

APOCALISSE•••••

Apocalisse was nothing but a wilderness, an abandoned land fenced in by tall, lifeless trees. A land of silence, built on blood, carrying only the stench of destruction and death.

The first sound to disturb the stillness was the roar of engines. Five cars cut through the broken path and halted in the clearing. One by one, the doors opened. The Nightshade Clan had arrived.

From the lead car, Serena stepped down first, her face unreadable but her presence commanding.

Erica followed, arms folded, her sharp eyes flicking over the surroundings like a hawk.

Venetta came out next, restless, already sniffing cocaine as if she couldn't wait for the blood to spill.

Jazzlyn slipped out quietly after them, hugging one side of a tree, her expression calm, almost detached. Behind them, their men took formation, standing cold-faced, ready with blood in their eyes.

Not even a full minute passed before another convoy of cars pulled in...the Hades Fruit Clan. The air itself seemed to harden as their doors opened.

The atmosphere shifted when Padrino stepped down. The wind blew against his slicked-back hair as he exhaled a long stream of smoke from his tobacco. Renzo and Ace flanked him immediately, sharp and alert, while Glacier walked behind them without interest, as though this gathering meant nothing at all.

The breeze grew colder, the weather darker, as the clans drew nearer to the center. There, bound against a tree, was their prey...his body bloodied, his face covered with cloth.

"Remove the cloth from his face," Padrino commanded.

A guard obeyed, yanking the stained fabric away. The man's swollen, bruised face appeared, his eyes blinking against the dim light. Blood caked his mouth, yet there was still fear and a plea left inside him.

Venetta leaned lazily against a tree, sniffing another line of cocaine. She slapped her head lightly, restless, uncaring of the scene before her. Whoever the man was, she wasn't interested.

And why should she be? Who in their right mind would dare to preach peace between two clans that had warred for generations? The man before them had tried...and now he stood as an example of how such foolishness ended.

"This is the fate that awaits anyone who dares to bridge the gap between our clans," Serena declared coldly.

Padrino chuckled under his breath.

"Please....have mercy!" the man begged, voice trembling, his body straining against the ropes.

Padrino raised his hand slightly. His tone was flat, almost bored.

"Glacier. Shoot him." Padrino said and Renzo eyes darkened with what seemed like pure jealousy.

Jazzlyn shifted where she stood, leaning further into the shadow of the tree. She had no part in this...she never had. She did not know how to shoot, nor did she care to learn anymore since it wasn't her fate. These things never touched her, yet she could not look away.

Glacier frowned as he stepped forward. From his coat, he pulled a gun, sliding a single bullet into place. Everyone knew he never missed his shot. He leveled the weapon....then suddenly, as though changing his mind, he let it fall from his hand.

A nearby soldier quickly handed him a long, sharp sword. Glacier gripped it, eyes flat and cold. In the span of a heartbeat, he swung.

The man's head fell cleanly, blood spraying across Glacier's face. The body slumped against the ropes, twitching once before going still.

Silence pressed against the trees, broken only by Glacier's voice...

"Let this serve as a warning. Anyone who betrays our clan by forming an attachment with someone from the rival clan will meet the same end."

He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Even me."

Serena's voice rang out after his. "Even if you are my daughter."

Padrino's followed. "Even if you are my son."

Venetta rolled her eyes and scoffed. "We don't need to be reminded, do we?"

"They're not even my type," she added, hissing as she glared at Ace and Renzo.

Erica smirked faintly. "Pointless talk. We all know the rules."

Glacier wiped the blood from his face with the back of his sleeve, then turned his gaze toward Jazzlyn. He lifted his hand in a slow, mocking wave.

"Bye."

Jazzlyn only stared back at him, her face calm, her eyes unreadable. Unlike the rest, who exchanged confused glances, she betrayed no reaction. Inside, though, questions thundered through her mind.

Was this some cruel game to place her in danger?

Without another word, Serena turned away, her daughters following. Their guards fell into line behind them.

Padrino and his sons returned to their cars as well.

One by one, the engines started, and the clans left the clearing behind....leaving only the corpse tied to the tree, headless, a warning carved in blood.

The cause of Nightshade enmity was simple.

The Nightshade Clan and the Hades Fruit Clan were rivals right on time based on competition in wanting favor from the capo and the Capo then forced them into a joint mission, demanding that the both clan lead together despite their enmity.

The mission was sabotaged. Shots rang out, the deal collapsed, and blood stained the streets.

Nightshade swore Hades betrayed them, while Hades swore Nightshade had set them up.

In the chaos, Serena's elder brother was killed.

From that moment, hatred was sealed. Serena blamed Padrino. Padrino blamed Serena. And what should have been one mission turned into a vendetta fierce enough to be passed down to their children.

Inside Serena's car.....

Erica leaned against the window, arms crossed, humming under her breath with a smug look.

Venetta was slouched in her corner, tapping her fingers against the door.

Jazzlyn sat at the far end, head turned slightly, staring at the passing trees. Her body was still, but her mind wasn't.

That word wouldn't leave her.

Bye.

One syllable. Spoken casually. Yet it echoed in her head over and over. Why her? Why in front of everyone?

"Jazzlyn."

Her mother's voice cut through her thoughts.

Jazzlyn blinked, slowly turning her head. "Yes, mother?"

Serena's eyes met hers through the rearview mirror.

"What was that?"

Jazzlyn frowned faintly. "What was... what"

"That little gesture," Serena said.

"That shit of a 'bye' Glacier threw at you. Do you know something I don't?" Serena asked further.

Erica perked up at the words, her lips curling into a grin. "Ohhh. Now it makes sense. I was wondering why the bastard looked at her like that."

Venetta laughed suddenly, smacking her thigh. "Don't tell me Glacier's waving at you like some schoolboy crush." She sniffed, shaking her head. "That would be rich."

Jazzlyn felt the weight of all their eyes on her. Her tongue froze in her mouth.

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"I'm done with you, Aurora Fernandez-if that's even your name." Mia's voice trembled with rage as she turned for the door. "You'll regret refusing me," Aurora snapped behind her. Mia's hand touched the knob-just as it turned on its own. The door creaked open. Her heart dropped. Standing in the doorway was a face she never wanted to see again. Lucius Lovato. The cold, merciless CEO of the department store where she'd once worked. His eyes swept over her with visible disdain. "Who is this little thing, Eva?" he asked, his voice hoarse and biting. And just like that, Mia knew-she was trapped again. Wrongfully accused. Publicly humiliated. Betrayed by the only man she ever loved. Mia Simpson thought she'd hit rock bottom. Then came the offer-escape prison and start over, under one terrifying condition: seduce and marry Lucius Lovato, the mafia heir with a heart of ice and a soul no one dares touch. But Mia isn't the fragile girl the world thinks she is. She agrees to the deal-on her own terms. Behind her innocent eyes burns a thirst for revenge, and the deeper she steps into the dark world of power, blood, and secrets, the more dangerous she becomes. Lucius, however, is not a man easily fooled. Every attempt to break him only draws him closer. And every secret Mia hides? He already suspects. As enemies close in and her hidden past begins to unravel, Mia discovers a horrifying truth-she is not just a girl caught in the middle of a mafia war. She is the legacy of something much greater... and much more feared. He was her mission. She was his undoing. But in the underworld, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Action Mafia Modern

8.0

A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

8.0

Trapped in a world of danger, a young woman is forced into a binding contract with a ruthless mafia kingpin. What begins as a cold, mandatory arrangement soon spirals into a whirlwind of peril and unexpected passion. As they navigate the violent underworld, the lines between their forced alliance and genuine desire start to blur. Surrounded by enemies and lethal secrets, she must survive the gang leader’s dark obsession in this high-stakes romance.

Action Mafia Romance

9.6

BROKEN VOWS:- FALLING FOR MY MARRIAGE COUNSELOR

9.6

"This is wrong. You're supposed to help me fix my marriage" "And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it" "You're too close... I can't think straight when you're this close" "Then stop thinking. Just feel." He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. "Tell me to stop Lillian-and I will. But if you don't, I'm going to kiss and claim your body like I've imagined a thousand times on that chair" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she's desperate-not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage-it exposes desires she's locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He's her counselor. She's his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Divorced on the Operating Table

9.1

On the same day she undergoes a life-altering surgery, a woman is blindsided by her husband's cold demand for a divorce. While she fights for her life on the operating table, her spouse is already moving on, leaving her to face a brutal betrayal alone. Set against a backdrop of dangerous mafia ties and modern high society, this story follows her journey as she navigates the wreckage of her marriage and seeks a path toward personal reclamation.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen

8.0

Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile. He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife. But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir." He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator. He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb. Julian, you will never see your child. I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you. From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

His Mafia Betrayal, My Unwanted Heir.

8.7

At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died. I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests. He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride. Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene. That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.

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