My purpose
My love
My soul
Death knocks on my door, I want to
answer, but every time I reach for the handle -- the promise I made
her brings me back.
So I breathe.
I live.
I hate.
And I allow the anger to boil beneath
the surface of a perfectly indifferent facade. I am broken, I don't
want to be fixed.
But the Empire is crumbling and it's my
job to fix it.
My job to mend the pieces that were
scattered over thirty years ago.
A trip to New York, only one chance to
redeem a lost part of our mafia family.
The only issue is, the only way to fix
it, is to do something I swore I'd never do again.
An arranged marriage.
Only this time,
I won't fall.
Or so help me God, I will kill her
myself.
My name is Sergio Abandonoto, you think
you know my pain, my suffering, my anger, my hate?
You have no idea.
I am the mafia.
I am the darkness.
Blood in. No out.
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EXCERPT
Sergio
looked ready to strangle me. “No. I don’t believe I asked for an
annoying little sister, but if that’s what you’re offering,
please don’t let me stop you. Just know, I won’t hesitate to put
you over my knee if you get out of hand.”
The
minute the words left his mouth. I froze.
He
froze.
The
taxi driver stared little laser like holes into the rearview mirror.
And
Sergio leaned toward me.
I
swallowed as tension swirled around us.
He
gripped me by the chin and turned my head to the side, his lips
brushing my ear. “It’s like you have a death wish.”
“You
wouldn’t do it.”
He
pulled back as both of his eyebrows shot up, and then he looked down,
like he had spotted something.
I
followed the direction of his gaze and let out a little gasp as a gun
dug into my stomach.
“It’s
been directed at you for the last four minutes,” Sergio said
through a practiced smile. “I meant what I said. Listen well. I
keep my word. Kiss me, and blood will be spilled.”
“Y-you’re
a crazy person!” I hissed, shoving at his chest. “And I wasn’t
going to kiss you!”
“Sure
you weren’t.” He put the gun away. “Good talk though, right? Oh
look, the movie theater.”
To say
that I scrambled out of the car like a kid running away from her
kidnapper would be a gross understatement, but the minute my feet hit
the pavement, I paused.
My
body told me to run.
The
guy had pulled a gun.
On me.
I
didn’t even watch violent movies.
Get the beginning of Sergio's story in Elude
Twenty-Four
hours before we were to be married--I offered to shoot her.
Ten
hours before our wedding--I made a mockery of her dying wish.
Five
hours before we were going to say our vows--I promised I'd never love
her.
One
hour before I said I do--I vowed I'd never shed a tear over her
death.
But
the minute we were pronounced man and wife--I knew.
I'd
only use my gun to protect her.
I'd
give my life for hers.
I'd
cry.
And
I would, most definitely, lose my heart, to a dying girl---a girl who
by all accounts should have never been mine in the first place.
I
always believed the mafia would be my end game--where I'd lose my
heart, while it claimed my soul. I could have never imagined. It
would be my redemption.
Or
the beginning of something beautiful.
The
beginning of her.
The
end of us.
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