Call me Wicked

Call me Wicked Filthy Syndicates series Book 1 Bekah D. Killer Copyright © 2023 by Bekah D. Killer All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Contents Warning! Glossary . Chapter 1. Chapter 1 Astara 2. Chapter 2 Danylo 3. Chapter 3 Astara 4. Chapter 4 Danylo 5. Chapter 5 Astara 6. Chapter 6 Astara 7. Chapter 7 Danylo 8. Chapter 8 Astara 9. Chapter 9 Danylo 10. Chapter 10 Astara 11. Chapter 11 Danylo 12. Chapter 12 Astara 13. Chapter 13 Danylo 14. Chapter 14 Astara 15. Chapter 15 Danylo 16. Chapter 16 Astara 17. Chapter 17 Danylo 18. Chapter 18 Astara 19. Chapter 19 Danylo 20. Chapter 20 Astara 21. Chapter 21 Danylo 22. Chapter 22 Astara 23. Chapter 23 Danylo 24. Chapter 24 Astara Epilogue Danylo Vitalii Acknowledgment Warning! This is a dark mafia romance, that includes many triggers, such as explicit violence, graphic child murder, signs of trauma, mature scenes, forced sexual acts, knife play, blood play, and signs of somnophilia.This story includes FF scenes, Dom/Switch/ Sub dynamics, degradation, fisting, squirting, pregnancy and usage of different objects.This is a work of fiction and I would never condone any of the atrocious acts in this story. Please read responsibly. Glossary Pryvit tato- hello fatherTut sid i posluhay mene- Sit down here and listen to me.Miy khlopchyk- My boyMiy brat- My brotherTak- YesMoya zirka- My starKamari mou- My prideKalinihta- Good night Ti kaneis- How are you?Ya su- HelloKala ime- I‘m fine.Kalimera- Good morning.Kalimera- Good morning.Kalispera- Good afternoon.Kalispera- Good afternoon.Poios einai- Who is it?S’agapo- I love youTy moya dusha- Your are my soul.Zaspokiy sa- Calm down.Yak z neyu shos stane sa, tozh tot chto dotorknuv sa do neyi, zhyvim nepishe.- If something happens to her, whoever touched her wont leave alive. Brate,vyzmi soboyu nashich neykrashich muzhikiv.- Brother, bring our strongest men.Musime iti.- We have to go.Nasha sim’ya uspishna, debile. – Our family is succesful, you idiot.Eimai egkyos- I’m pregnant.Ya povinen buv ubyty tvoyu kurvu pershu.- I should have killed your dirty whore. Moye zhitya- My life Perverted is using the whole chicken. Kinky is using a feather. What is your pick? Chapter 1 Astara Motherfucking Italians, asking for shit they shouldn’t. Form Alliances. Cherish their traditions. Just because they are part of Ndragheta, they think that I’ll give them my daughter. Over my dead body. Like fuck my girl will marry into any family at eighteen. I would rather wage war and wipe out every last one of them than hand over my only child. Italian pigs. Just in case you were wondering who this insane woman is, I am Astara Papasppiratos. The only child of the Godfather of Night. Part of the Greek Mafia that runs all of Ontario. My notoriety rewarded me with the nickname Wicked, but not many live to tell the tale of how I thrive on the suffering of my so-called victims. There is nothing more but whispers about the acts I conduct. That‘s what earned me respect even when I remain unknown. My only purpose in life is to protect my family and what little sanity I have left. Anyway, back to the problem at hand. See, we are really good at what we do and all that comes with a price. Right now, that price is my child. The only one I have left and that is not an option. Either I cherish that stupid ass tradition and form an alliance, or drop the responsibility upon my daughter, ensuring her suffering. I've entertained the idea of killing them all, but that's not something we can afford. It wasn't easy at all to get where I am today. It was a long and painful journey, full of broken hearts, tears, blood, and suffering that lasts a lifetime. Everything that life has given me and taken away has made me who I am today. A ruthless, crazed ice queen. I’ve been sitting in my office for hours, considering a way out of this situation with the best possible outcome. My three cups of coffee and half a pack of cigarettes aren’t helping at all. Dita dug up a picture of Danylo for me, so I can see how all those years treated him. He is standing in front of some building with his brothers. He looks tall over six feet for sure, his shoulders are wide and even though his body is hidden behind an expensive suit, he looks fit. He always did. Well-trimmed beard sharpens his jaw, and his grin makes the bluest ocean glisten in his eyes. I can tell his body is covered in tattoos as they peek from the shirt, but only one really stands out. The emblem of Odessa on his neck is the symbol of a mademan. Ripping the picture in half, I finish the offer my father needs to send to Fedir. Technically, it's not one he can refuse. The family owes me and it’s time for them to repay the favor. This whole situation really frustrates me. Lorenzo has been bombarding us with his proposal to marry my daughter for months now. She is not even an adult yet. So if I need to take one for the team and sacrifice the little that is left of me, I will. I've sat long enough with my frustration and decided it’s time to get ready and pay a visit to the only person that can take my mind off the shit I'm dealing with. —————————— Walking up to the club, my tight black