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• The Monster's Nemesis   5.

  LILLIANAA month later."Fuck," I cursed no one but myself for being in this condition. Almost a month went by, Dominic didn't make a single move ever since he showed up at the cafe. Except for a man tailing me, he had nothing on me. And it was driving me mad. I didn't take Dominic for a subtle man. He had lived his life like he fucked the women in his bed - raw, hard, and bold.Irrationality was his vice.So, I had to do something irrational to get his attention. If that meant letting a local goon beat me up in a dark alley, well, so be it.Pain shot through me at every twist and turn of my body as I pick up the ringing cell phone. "What?" I grunted."You are missing work," Andrew said over the phone, pissing me off some more. "How many fucking times have I told you not to call me for your silly chitchats?""Relax, I have news," he informed with a hint of seriousness."What?""Vit

• The Monster's Nemesis   4.

  DOMINICAs I made my way into Club Sapphire, the dim lighting and leather-clad decor welcomed me. The unsurpassable refinement of the interior decoration that almost resembles a gentlemen's club-instead of a strip club- was dotted with dark polished wood and Chesterfield sofa. No wonder this was one of my favourites out of all the clubs my family owned. Oh! And the women were exquisite, too."Sir..." The manager, Eric, came up out of nowhere and looked at me like I was some ghost. "Mr. Romano...we-"I cut him off. "Send a message to Viktor. I will be in my room. And yes, send a bottle of Macallan.""Yes, Sir," came the automatic reply.As I waited for the elevator to open, he, once again, rushed by my side. "Sir, may I get a doctor for you?"Stepping inside, I replied, "A bottle of Macallan do would just fine." He did open his mouth to say something, but I was thankful when the door shut close.Finally, a flitting moment of

• The Monster's Nemesis   3.

  L I L L I A N ADAY 1As I sat by the bed, enjoying the ramen as my lunch for the day, I wished I had learned a little bit of cooking by now to survive all by myself. As it turned out that I had only mastered how to swing a knife at another human and not very successfully at chopping vegetables."This man is going to break my bed even before we do anything on it," I muttered under my breath, munching on the hot noodles.Dominic Romano's six-feet-plus muscular body was twisting and turning on my bed. The pain-killer was beginning to wear off, making him writhe and thrash in pain while the bed creaked under the weight of his solid muscular frame.Putting down the bowl of noodles on the floor, I stood up and retrieved the syringe from the cabinet and pushed into his arm. The guttural groaning died down within seconds and lured him back to unconsciousness. DAY 4Replacing his bandages every twenty-fou

• The Monster's Nemesis   2.

  L I L L I A N AI yanked open the creaky door of the apartment that could very well be passed as a dirty storeroom by the definition in my dictionary."Things you do for revenge," I muttered under my breath as I stepped inside.The apartment was the smallest one I had ever stepped inside in my whole life. But there wassomethingabout this place-this city, actually-that drew me towards it. I had a strange feeling, both chilling and overwhelming at the same time when I had first landed here. The air smelled so familiar, so haunting...that for a second I had to hold my breath to stop myself from breathing in. Instead of filling my lungs, the air was suffocating me."You might need this," Andrew said as held out the GLOCK for me.Ever since I was fifteen and I had learned how to aim, there wasn't a single day in my life that I didn't carry a weapon. But I couldn't afford to keep now until my plan was in motion."No

• The Monster's Nemesis   1.

  L I L L I A N AEveryone on this face of the earth is born with a purpose-some greater aim or ambition or, what some people liked to say-a dream.I, Lilliana Moretti, was bred for revenge. A vengeance that ran so deep in my veins that it became my identity now. I lived, breathed, and existed for retribution.The downfall of the Romanos.The rivalry between the Crime Families in this Windy City, Chicago, was like bedtime stories for the children. We were so used to the blood that it hardly bothered anyone, anymore. It was the city of chaos, blood, and madness. No one cared to bat an eyelid whenever shit got real.Maybe my family-the Moretti family-did the same until the war was brought to our doorstep, leaving a trail of dead people including our own blood.The Romano Family was the most powerful Crime Family ruling the city then and still now. Every family, every boss and every man-whoever went again