Castial
Silence was his signature. His enemies never heard gunfire—only the sound of the door closing before their life was taken from them. He ruled as an uncrowned king, sustained by an army of men who preferred to face hell rather than disappoint him. His presence was so suffocating that even the air seemed to ask permission to circulate around him. Society pretended normalcy, newspapers made excuses, authorities swallowed fear, but everyone knew the truth: Kastiel didn't just run the mafia—he ran the city itself. Their laws were not written, but those who disobeyed them learned, between shouts, the price of freedom. And at the center of this reign of blood and shadow was something even more terrifying than their crimes: the Vitale family. Because nothing in the universe was more protected—or more dangerous—than what Kastiel considered his own. The wife he turned into an emotional hostage. The son he fashioned as heir to a throne of corpse.
About Castial
Silence was his signature. His enemies never heard gunfire—only the sound of the door closing before their life was taken from them. He ruled as an uncrowned king, sustained by an army of men who preferred to face hell rather than disappoint him. His presence was so suffocating that even the air seemed to ask permission to circulate around him. ...Read more