Page 1 of Villainous Kingpin

Prologue

BASILIO

Cruelty ran in my veins.

It was part of me. Just like blood, oxygen, and hustling. It was who we DiLustros were. People shit their pants when they see me.

Yet, the girl with the golden curls didn’t even bat an eyelash. She literally fell off a balcony and straight into my arms, then turned my life upside down. Well, more like, she tilted my world upright, and for the first time in my life, it wasn’t all about blood and money.

It was about a woman. My woman.

I had never felt so goddamn happy. So right, and it was thanks to her. Wynter Star. And just like her name, she had become my star. My guiding light in the darkness of my underworld.

The last few weeks had been hands down the best days of my entire life. And now that she pledged her love and allegiance to me, I knew our future would be happy. Together.

And it was all thanks to her. My angel with golden curls and big eyes that shone like beautiful, precious stones when she looked at me. Only at me.

I’d seen and done enough fucked up shit and ended more than a few miserable lives to know that when you foundthis, you had to snatch it up and keep it. My one shot at happiness.

She was my once in a lifetime chance at keeping humanity in my soul. Unlike everyone else in my world, she was untainted and gentle, giving love without wanting anything tangible in return. Just me.

She held power over me, without trying. I wouldn’t fuck around and chance losing her.

To anyone - cousins, family, rival mafia, or anyone else stupid enough to fuck around and try something.

I’d put a stop to the thieving schemes she had going with her friends. Fuck it. If those four had some kleptomania issues, I’d set up stores they could rob that were mine. I had plenty of money to go around for the next twenty lifetimes.

I pushed my hand into my pocket, the little velvet box burning through my three-piece suit. I patted it for the hundredth time since I’d picked it up.

I couldn’t wait to slide a promise onto her finger. As long as she wore my ring, that was all that mattered to me.

My lips curved into a smile thinking of how I left her. Naked. The softest smile I had ever seen on a woman’s face. Her skin flushed from what we had just done. Her eyes shining like the most beautiful emeralds. And her hair. Jesus, her golden curls sprawled all over my black satin sheets. She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed.

A willing angel in the devil's bed.Mine.

I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine.

My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

I turned the corner to my street and my steps picked up.

My father’s car was here.

What the fuck was he doing here?

Dread climbed up my spine and my sixth sense set off warning bells. He never came to visit. Fucking ever. Every cell of my being went on alert, I unbuttoned my jacket to ensure I had easy access to my gun.

Then I shoved the front door open.Blood.

Bloody handprints decorated the walls of the foyer. Small hands. The taste of fear was new. Something I hadn’t felt in so long, I forgot its bitter taste in the back of my throat. Like metal and gunpowder that was sure to take something you loved, more than anything in this world, away from you.

It took hold of my throat and choked the living daylights out of me. My vision blurred and a red haze descended over everything.

Like a fucked up, bloody film.

I pulled out my gun, and with each step I took, my foot crunched on broken glass, shattering the ominous silence. The kind that brought news that changed you forever.

Just not her, I prayed for the first time in my life.Take it all, but leave me her.