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Blood and Bonds
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In the slums of Naples, Santino Leandro learned one rule: power is survival. When his father is murdered in broad daylight, Santino is left with nothing but a name. Determined not to die forgotten, he builds himself from the ground up first as a street dealer, then as a quiet force within Europe’s criminal underworld. Years later, he’s called to France by his childhood friend Salvatore with an offer he can’t refuse: a chance to work under the infamous and elusive crime boss, El Amore. But nothing in this world comes without a price. As Santino rises, he finds himself surrounded by secrets. The woman he trusts may be a spy. His brother may be a traitor. And the empire he’s building may never have truly belonged to him. Power isolates. Loyalty breaks. And love, in this world, is a weapon. In the end, only one name will be remembered.
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Chapter 1: The Weight of Loyalty
The warehouse smelled like rust and broken promises.Santino Leandro stood over the man tied to the chair. Tom's face was a mess of bruises and blood, but his eyes still held that desperate gleam of hope. They always did, until the very end."Please," Tom wheezed through split lips. "I got kids, Santino. Two little girls.""I know." Santino pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket, as he lit it with steady hands. "Seven and nine years old. Anna and Sofia."Tom's face went white. "You wouldn't""Relax." Santino exhaled smoke toward the warehouse rafters. "I'm not my father." The relief in Tom's eyes was pathetic to watch."But you still have to die.""Wait, wait!" Tom strained against the ropes. "I can fix this. I can make it right.""How?""The money. I still have half of it. And I can give you names. The Albanians who approached me. Their contacts. Everything."Santino took another drag, considering this. "Go on.""Dragan Petrov. He runs the drug trade through the eastern ports. H
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Blood and Bonds Chapter 13: The Journey Back Home
Blood pooled beneath the courier's body. The metallic smell mixed with the warehouse's damp air. Santino kept his face blank, but his heart pounded. El Amore's shot had been perfect, a message written in blood. The old man tucked the pistol into his jacket. His face showed nothing as Mia stood beside him in her black suit. Her eyes never left Santino's face."You refused my order," El Amore said, voice low and rough. "Yet you still stand here."Santino met his gaze directly. "Killing him was wasteful. I offered a better way.""Wasteful?" El Amore chuckled. The sound was dry like autumn leaves. "Loyalty isn't about being efficient, Santino Leandro. It's about proving you belong to me." He stepped closer. The light from the warehouse caught his sharp eyes. "But your boldness... it interests me. Maybe you're more than just your father's shadow."Santino said nothing. The silence stretched between them. Salvatore shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable."Well?" Salvatore pressed. "Wha
Last Updated : 2025-05-21Blood and Bonds Chapter 12: The Test of Loyalty
Cold night air bit at Santino's skin as he stood frozen in place. Salvatore's words still rang in his ears."Kill the courier. Now."The man was already fading into the Paris streets, a shadow swallowed by darkness. Santino's right hand rested on his gun. His fingers didn't move to draw it. The documents crinkled in his other hand.This was a test within a test. El Amore's game. Santino hated being played."No," he said, his voice steady despite the knot in his chest.Salvatore's eyebrows shot up. "No? You don't get to say no to El Amore.""I do when it's stupid," Santino shot back, squaring his shoulders. "Killing him now gains nothing. He's scared, not loyal.""So what?" Salvatore spat."So he'll talk if we let him live," Santino explained. "He'll give us names, routes, and weak points. Dead men don't sing, Salvatore."The two suits behind Salvatore shifted. Their hands hovered near their weapons. Santino noticed them watching, waiting for orders.Salvatore's laugh cut through the t
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds Chapter 11: The Package is Just a Test
The car rumbled through the French countryside, its headlights slicing through the midnight fog like dull blades. Santino sat rigid in the back seat, the package trembling faintly in his lap. That ticking steady, relentless gnawed at his nerves. His fingers traced its edges, feeling the coarse brown paper and the subtle vibration beneath."How much longer?" Santino asked, eyes fixed on the driver's reflection.The driver's gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, then away. "Twenty minutes. Maybe less."Silence fell between them again, heavy as a burial shroud. Santino's mind raced, replaying El Amore's cryptic words from earlier that day: "This package represents opportunity or destruction. Which it becomes depends entirely on you, Santino."A bomb? A tracker? Something worse? His jaw tightened. Trust no one—that rule had kept him alive in Naples, and it would here too.Rain began to tap against the windows, transforming the French countryside into a watery blur. The package's ticking s
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds CHAPTER 10: The Chateau’s Challenge
El Amore's estate sprawled across twenty acres of French countryside, a fortress disguised as a chateau. Santino counted four security checkpoints before the car even reached the main gate. Guards with military precision. Cameras disguised as decorative elements. Dogs that watched too carefully to be pets."Nervous?" Salvatore asked beside him."Cautious." Santino straightened his new suit bought that morning at Salvatore's insistence. "You could have told me she was his daughter.""Would you have believed me?" Salvatore laughed. "Besides, Mia prefers to introduce herself. Make her own judgments.""And what was her judgment of me?""You'll find out soon enough." The car stopped before marble steps leading to massive oak doors. No one opened them. No servants waited. Just silence and the weight of unseen eyes."We go alone from here," Salvatore said, exiting the car. "Remember to speak only when spoken to. Answer honestly. He knows when you lie.""I don't lie.""Everyone lies, brother.
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds CHAPTER 9: Eyes in the Shadows
The woman in red moved through the crowded club like a shark through water deliberately, dangerous, turning heads but touching no one. Santino watched her approach, cataloging details. Diamond earrings, no other jewelry. Manicured hands, no rings. Eyes that missed nothing."You're staring," she said, stopping before him.Santino didn't blink. "So were you.""I was assessing." Her accent was pure Paris, her smile anything but. "You're Santino Leandro."Not a question. Santino kept his expression neutral. "And you are?""Disappointed." She signaled the bartender, who brought her champagne without being told what she wanted. "Salvatore promised me someone impressive. Instead, I get a street dealer from Naples.""If you know where I'm from, you know I'm more than that.""Are you?" She sipped her drink. "Men always think they're more than they are."Santino studied her. Beautiful, yes, but beauty was common in places like this. Power was the perfume she wore. The easy command, the watchfu
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds CHAPTER 8: The Velvet Trap
The taxi pulled up to Club Octana, its neon sign bathing the street in electric blue. Santino stepped out, adjusting his leather jacket, the only good thing he owned. Naples streets had taught him to blend in. Here, he stood out like a stray dog at a thoroughbred show."ID." The doorman blocked his path, a mountain in a black suit.Santino handed over the fake passport Salvatore had sent. "I'm expected."The doorman's eyes flicked between the ID and Santino's face. "Wait here."The night air carried perfume and cigarette smoke as couples in designer clothes laughed their way past the velvet rope. Santino counted exits two visible, probably a back door through the kitchen. Old habits.The doorman returned with a nod. "Follow me."Inside, the bass pulsed through Santino's chest like a second heartbeat. Crystal chandeliers hung above a sea of wealthy women dripping diamonds, men in tailored suits drinking liquor that cost more than his monthly rent. Naples felt a lifetime away.Salvator
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds CHAPTER 7: Echoes of the Invitation
The ticket arrived as promised first class to Paris, departing tomorrow night. Tucked inside the envelope were ten thousand euros, crisp and new, along with a note scrawled in sharp ink: For expenses. Come alone. S. Santino sat at his kitchen table, the ticket’s glossy edge glinting under the weak bulb. Salvatore Enzo. The boy who’d bolted from Naples seven years ago, swearing he’d return one day. The friend who’d vanished without a trace, leaving only memories and questions.His phone buzzed, shattering the silence. Vito’s name flashed on the screen. Santino answered with a grunt. “Speak.”“Don’t go,” Vito said, his voice tight, urgent. “It’s a trap, Santino. I feel it.”Santino raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “How do you even know about the ticket?”“Word travels fast,” Vito snapped. “Salvatore Enzo isn’t just running clubs in Paris. He’s El Amore’s right-hand man. You hear me? El Amore’s.”The name hit Santino like a cold wave, sinking deep into his bones. Even in N
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds CHAPTER 6: Shadows of Opportunity
Twelve years later, the dim flicker of a single bulb cast jagged shadows across Santino’s cramped apartment. He sat at a rickety table, counting bills with the precision of a machine six thousand euros, crisp and stained from three days’ work. He sorted them into neat stacks: rent, supplies, savings, bribes. Order was his lifeline, his shield in a world of chaos.His phone buzzed, vibrating against the wood. Vito, punctual as always. Santino picked it up, voice clipped. “Speak.”“Shipment’s arrive early. Tonight,” Vito said, his tone rushed. Santino glanced at his watch—2 AM glowed in green digits. “Where?”“Dock 7. The usual guy can’t make it.” A ripple of unease tightened Santino’s gut. Routine shifts were trouble. “Who’s the replacement?”“Dunno. Some new kid. Boss says it’s fine.”“Nothing’s ever ‘fine’ in this game,” Santino muttered. “I’ll be there.” He ended the call, sliding a gun into the holster at his ankle and securing a knife to his belt. Years since his first kill, and
Last Updated : 2025-05-20Blood and Bonds CHAPTER 5 : Rain and Reckoning
Rain hammered the narrow Naples alley, a relentless drumbeat against the crumbling brick walls. Fourteen-year-old Santino pressed his back into the cold stone, his knife trembling in his grip. Three days he’d watched the apartment from the shadows. Three days since he’d seen that man drag a sobbing child inside, the kid’s cries were swallowed by the storm. His heart thudded against his ribs, but his jaw tightened with resolve.“Are you sure about this?” Marco whispered, his voice shaky as rainwater streamed from his chin. His eyes darted toward the flickering streetlight at the alley’s end.Santino nodded, his dark eyes narrowing. “I’m sure.”“Cops will” Marco started, his voice barely audible over the downpour. “Cops don’t come here,” Santino cut in, his knuckles whitening around the knife handle. “Nobody does. Not for us.”The apartment door creaked open, and their target stumbled out, swaying like a broken mast. The man fumbled with his zipper, muttering curses, his breath a cloud
Last Updated : 2025-05-20
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