Andrea The Beginning (Holy Trinity, #1)
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Contents
Playlist
Author’s Note
What is the Holy Trinity?
Who’s who in the Holy Trinity?
Prologue
1. Une
2. Due
3. Tre
4. Quattro
5. Cinque
6. Sei
7. Sette
8. Otto
9. Nove
10. Dieci
11. Undici
12. Dodici
13. Tredici
14. Quattordici
15. Quindici
16. Sedici
17. Diciassette
18. Diciotto
19. Diciannove
20. Venti
21. Ventuno
22. Ventidue
23. Ventitre
24. Ventiquattro
25. Venticinque
26. Ventisei
27. Ventisette
28. Ventotto
29. Ventinove
30. Trenta
31. Trentuno
32. Trentadue
33. Trentatre
34. Trentaquattro
35. Trentacinque
36. Trentasei
37. Trentasette
38. Trentotto
Coming Soon…Holy Trinity #2
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Andrea (Holy Trinity #1)
Copyright © 2020 Adriana Brinne
ISBN: 9798573424026
Cover Design and formatting by Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
Editing by Elsa Gomes (bookishaurora)
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To my hero.
I love you endlessly, blindly, and madly.
You have loved me in every chapter of my life, through the good and bad and I wouldn't be me without you. I am not an easy child, I gave you hell once or twice, but still, everything I do in life I do it to make you proud.
To my mami, you inspired Valeria.
Just like Andrea is nothing without her mom, I am nothing without you.
Playlist
“Breathe” – Little Mix
“Young God” – Halsey
“Sad Eyes” – James Arthur
“Monster In Me” – Little Mix
“Midnight Sky” – Miley Cyrus
“Sicko Mode” – Travis Scott
“Therefore I Am” – Billie Eilish
“No Peace” – Sam Smith Ft. Yebba
“Highest In The Room” – Travis Scot
“Slow Motion” – Charlotte Lawrence
“Hate Me” – Ellie Goulding
“You Broke Me First” – Tate McRae
“Kiss Me Goodbye” – DeathbyRomy
“Lose You to Love Me” – Selena Gomez
“Off the table” – Ariana Grande Ft. The Weeknd
“Die For Me” – Post Malone Ft. Future & Halsey
“There’s No Way” – Lauv Ft. Julia Michaels
“Exile” – Taylor Swift Ft. Bon Iver
“Positions” – Ariana Grande
“Bury a friend” – Billie Eilish
“Hold me while you wait” – Lewis Capaldi
Author’s Note
This is not a love story.
This is the beginning of the end.
Before everything, there was peace between the three most powerful crime families of Detroit city. The older generation came to an agreement to keep the peace between them, but now the new generation of the Holy Trinity rises and with it so does greed.
Once they were one and now lust, envy and greed poisoned their souls and corrupted their minds.
Let me take you back to where it all started and how everything went to hell between brothers, sisters, and friends.
This world I created has been an idea for so long, but I hope you enjoy this introduction to a new world of crime where the women are just as ruthless as the men or even more. I also hope that when you read the last page, you can’t stop thinking about these characters, because I too am obsessed with them.
Note: This story takes place in the past. The next book in the series is set five years into the future after the events in Andrea “The Beginning”. In this book you will get a glimpse of all the characters before they were Made. There is a brief torture scene mention of sexual abuse and a lot of foul language.
Proceed with caution.
What is the Holy Trinity?
The Holy Trinity is the most notorious crime organization in the United States of America. It is run by three crime families who joined forces after a war over Detroit City. They each rule over their own family but only one has full control of the entire organization. Currently the Nicolasi family has full control of the Holy Trinity. They reached an agreement with the other two crime families and handed over a small percent of the territory.
The Holy Trinity is composed of the Nicolasi, Volpe and Parisi family. The Nicolasi family deals in the gun trade, the Volpe family deals in the drug trade and the Parisi handle the more legitimate side of the organization including the casinos and strip clubs.
For years, the three crime families of Detroit City have ruled together in peace. Now the new generation rises and so does greed.
Man or woman it matters not.
Three will be chosen to be boss.
Only one of them will be crowned the Don.
Who’s who in the Holy Trinity?
NICOLASI FAMILY
Benedetto Nicolasi (Boss of the Nicolasi
family and head of the Holy Trinity)
Cassius Nicolasi (Benedetto’s son)
Demetrio Nicolasi (Benedetto’s son)
Andrea Valentina Nicolasi (17-18)
Lorenzo Antonnio Nicolasi (17)
Valentino Alexander Nicolasi (17)
VOLPE FAMILY
Tommaso Volpe (Boss of the Volpe family
and underboss of the Holy Trinity)
Natalia Volpe (Tommaso’s ex)
Lucan Tomas Volpe (18)
Giana Alexis Volpe (16)
Cara Mia Volpe (15)
PARISI FAMILY
Gabriele Parisi (Boss of the Parisi family,
Consigliere of the Holy Trinity)
Arianna Luna Parisi (18)
Kadra Sofia Parisi (16)
Mila Areya Parisi (15)
You are never too old to set another goal, or to dream a new dream.
– C.S. Lewis
Prologue
“Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?” - Ursula
ANDREA
23 years’ old
Wedding day
“You ready?
My father comes into my waiting room, I stand from the love seat and take a deep breath. His fierce blue eyes stared back at me with so much love and fear.
Fear for my life and for my future.
A future that is no longer mine.
“It’s not too late to get you out of here sunshine, you don’t have to walk down that aisle.” My father says.
“I do have to.
” I whisper harshly. I do not mean to be rude but I’m losing it. My very own personal hell on earth will start in less than twenty minutes.
I knew this day would come; I was just too naive in thinking he would set me free. I thought that once I was out of his life, he would move on from the memory of me.
Of our short time together back in his territory. The Volpe boss still thinks of me as property, as a game. He did back then, and nothing has changed. Now he is proving it by taking away my peace, choice, and freedom.
He said he would get me back no matter the cost and now I am paying the price.
“You are fucking mine.”
Even after all these years, those words still haunt me and so does his betrayal. I let my guard down around the devil and he didn’t think twice before selling me out.
And now after all this time he kept his promise.
He found me and made me his.
Today on my wedding day there is nothing left of the Andrea Valentina Nicolasi that I used to be. The girl I used to be when I first met him.
I was strong but I was also foolish.
But he fucked with the wrong bitch. I am stronger and wiser now; I am no longer alone.
I have my family in my corner and the Volpe boss will wish he would have stayed gone and forgotten.
He threatened what I hold most dear to my heart.
That night five years ago, I left Detroit like a rat in the night because he conspired against me. He wanted me to go, so he set my entire world on fire and left me to deal with the burning chaos all on my own.
That was his task after all. Running me out of town and sending me back to my world. What he didn't know was that he sent me to hell, but I didn't go alone.
I had his son.
My prince.
Our boy.
A beautiful boy born of good and evil. So today I marry a liar and a cheat, just to protect my son from his father.
He can’t know of his existence.
I look at my baby boy sitting quietly while drawing on the coloring book he loves so much, oblivious of the danger surrounding his very existence. Roman has the same light brown hair as his father but everything else is all me. My sweet boy is all me and all mine.
Nothing will ever threaten that.
I kept his existence a secret to keep him safe.
“You know I'll protect him with my life, Andrea. Nothing will touch him.” my father assures me.
I was so lost in my head that I didn’t notice my father’s arrival. We have come a long way since the first time I met him five years ago. There isn’t another man on this earth like him, who has been through what he has been through and still has risen above it all. He has proven himself to me and I forgave him. I don’t trust anyone but him. I trust him with my life but most importantly with my baby boy. My son’s father is not the only threat lurking in the shadows of my mind, there is something so much worse coming for me.
“I know you will.” I need someone to protect my baby, even from myself. What if I end up like my mother? I shake off the dark thoughts and kiss my father one last time before I turn around and fix my veil. — “I’ll make him regret what he did to me back then and what he’s doing now.” I smile at my dad while I put my hand through his arm.
It is time.
If he wants me, then he shall have me, but I’ll bring hell on Earth and even the score. I almost lost everything five years ago because of his greed. I won’t let him take anything else. Not again.
You might be wondering who I am, and which events led me to this god awful day.
The wedding from my nightmares.
Five years ago, I met the man I would soon call husband and he tried to ruin me.
He won’t get another chance.
I take one last glance at my reflection; my black wedding dress is a mockery to the church and to the family’s traditions. It is a declaration of war. They won’t be pleased with it, but I am not afraid. I have come a long way since those dark days, and he doesn’t know me anymore.
None of them do.
I am Andrea Nicolasi soon to be Volpe and this is the beginning of our end.
Une
WELCOME TO THE FAMILY
“They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.” – Daenerys Targaryen
ANDREA
Seventeen years’ old
One month ago.
Manhattan, New York
When I was a kid, I used to love watching my mom get all dolled up. She was always the most beautiful woman in the room and the men would try to steal her attention. They’d do practically anything just to have her stunning honey-brown eyes on them, if even for just one second.
The women? They didn't quite vibe with my mother. My father used to say Valeria Turner’s beauty could make any man fall to his knees. At least, that’s what I think he used to say, I wouldn’t really know. I never met the man, but my mama used to tell me all kinds of stories about him and their short-lived romance. To this day, I have doubts about those stories. It always felt like she was reciting one of those cheesy fairytale’s parents tell their kids to give them a false sense of security. They hope for a happily ever after that will never come.
It’s bullshit.
All of it.
This moment in time proves that fairytales don’t exist, at least not for me. If fairytales were real, I wouldn’t be here today. I wouldn’t have this hole in my heart tearing my insides apart.
I look down at my mother, still as beautiful and regal as ever. Not a hair out of place and her makeup impeccably done. She is wearing her favorite dress; the red one she wore every year for my father’s birthday. She’d put that damn dress on, make me sing happy birthday, and blow out the candles on a cake he would never eat. — “Can you believe that?” Even though he left her like she meant nothing, like we meant nothing. That was my mom, sweet as can be, even when life was the cruelest bitch to her. Her smile never faltered, not even once.
Until today.
Her stunning smile is frozen and cold, just like the useless organ in my chest that has caused me nothing but pain.
I reach out and touch her cold and frail hand. Nothing like the woman she was in life. My beautiful mother is trapped in this damn box and she’s taking my heart and soul with her. I feel everyone’s eyes on me, and it’s making me sick. All she wanted was a private wake and the media turned this into a damn circus show. Not one of them knew her. Nobody knew the real Valeria Turner. To the world, she was a pretty face on a billboard, a body fit for their high fashion clothes, and one of the world’s highest-paid supermodels. They all wanted something from her, maybe too much. I just wanted her smiles, hugs, and kisses. What I wouldn’t give to have her back.
Oh, God. Please bring her back. — I finally let myself fall apart and cry over my beautiful mother and the future we’ll never have.
I hear the whispers behind my back and the disrespectful sound of their cameras and smartphones clicking. I know they feel pity for the poor rich girl that just lost her mom, but they won’t waste a second to post about it on social media or sell stories to gossip magazines.
They know nothing.
I’ve known loss from an early age, and I’m used to it. I lost my grandparents when I was only six years old and mom and I never recovered from that. I never had a father figure, so I didn’t grieve the death of my father, but still, I wonder what could’ve been.
I wouldn’t be an orphan today.
I wouldn’t have to face all of this alone.
Yes, I know you might be thinking: “Bitch, you’re an heiress of a multi-million-dollar fashion empire.” Trust me a couple of millions in my name and the fame that comes with it, does not take the pain away.
Now, I only have my father’s side of the family left. I have never met them, so it is obvious I can’t count on them. Besides I don’t want to be associated with them, but I don’t have a choice. Mom told me all about them and how they’re criminals hiding in plain sight.
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sp; Respectable citizens by day and monsters wearing Italian suits by night. They never reached out to me before so why now? And why after mom is long gone? Is it because now I am at my most vulnerable?
I’m so lost in my dark thoughts that I miss the distinct sound of the chapel’s door opening announcing the arrival of guests. I turn around when I hear someone clearing their throat.
An immaculate older man is standing right in front of me. It’s hard not to notice him as he has an air about him, a powerful persona you can’t ignore—with jet black hair with some gray around the sides, intimidating eyes, and a full suit. He looks like a character straight out of a nineties mafia crime movie.
I’m still holding my mom’s cold hand when he speaks the words that, although I knew were coming, still change my life forever. Emilio, my mother’s most trusted friend, and business partner warned me this would be my fate for a couple of months. Since I am still underage, and my mother’s side of the family is all gone, then the judge appointed my long-lost grandfather as my guardian. The worst thing? This man that I’ve never met and has never been part of my life holds my inheritance hostage.