Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
In the ruthless world of the Italian mafia, loyalty is power, betrayal is death, and love... is a dangerous game.
Serafi...
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The cool ivory keys that lay beneath the sensitive skin of my fingers were always what soothed me.
Every breath was a note, every heartbeat.
Splintering every shred of myself inside the melody so it could pour out in anguish as the room was filled by the sadness I could hardly let breathe.
The piano was my haven-a place where I could be bare and vulnerable-where I might let truth flow without fear.
The soft light in the room barely lit up, but that was enough.
Enough to distract me from myself, from the ache that had been spreading inside me for days.
I pounded harder at the piano, trying to shake the memories free with the force of my playing. But they came anyway, unbidden and unstoppable.
Lucien and Eleanor were not home. He has been away for days, and today, with him back here, she asked me for a date night.
And I have been drowned drowning in thoughts, swallowed by the deafening silence of this house.
The echoes of him, of us, haunt every room.
His scent clings on the fabrics, his presence lingers in the shadows, and it is a bad thing suffocating over me.
I had pretended well, pretended perfect, pretended nothing.
But now, as my fingers trail over the keyboard, I let my cracks bleed through.
The noise that burst forth was jagged, plaintive—the aching sound of my grief, the mirror to the concerto Lucien was orchestrating with someone else.
Music was my outlet-an anguished cry I couldn't voice another way.
It's not a symphony I owned.
The betrayal cut deeper than I cared to admit. With his touch, his kiss, it had always felt like fire and ice like I got exactly what I had longed for: Lucien.
The man I'd given everything to. The man I would have burned the world down for.
But here I sat, to play this dolorous tune, to dwell over the pain of loving somebody who will never really be mine.
I shut my eyes, letting memories roll by my mind like an old film.
His lips on my neck, the taste of him on my skin, the way his hands roamed my body as if he were laying claim.
For a moment, I thought so.
Thought I was the one he wanted and needed.
But that too was a lie-a cruel fantasy I ensnared myself with, only to have ripped apart at its seams by reality.
Every note a wound left open, bleeding truth forth for the world to hear.
I hungered for his love, wanted it more than anything inside me, hungry for it, soul and heart and mind completely consumed.
