A wise woman once said we are products of our environment, how right was she?
I killed for him; not for the love of something that can never mine, but violence in my life pulled my soul towards the darkness but I fought to free my soul. Men are the...
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Years later.
The news came in fast of past love passing away, all I can think about was of Mia Luce, my life my daughter. I knew by now she was an adult out in the world. But didn't stop me from still seen her as my little girl. The night before I married Gia our confessions spilled out left and right. We cleansed our souls of our own sins and finally let go of our demons. We didn't want our past to haunts us, we need to be detox from our own poison before we started our new journey together. She always pushed me to find her but she was like her mother, hidden away in the dark. For a moment I swear I saw her not to far from the kids and I. But when I got closer she was gone. I knew as she got older her appearance must have change but what didn't, was those eyes. Swirls of colors with stone cold viper eyes a killer look. A reminder of who she was to this world. I wasn't part of dark underground world any longer. And My father lived happily in his villa in Italy with my mother by his side. But that didn't stop for me to hear, "Queen of death was shot at her own wedding."
No one knew by who or why. Rumors spread like wild fire, past love, an old contract gone bad. Shit, people even said it was American government or even the maid. It wasn't broadcast in any channels or the news because to world Grace Collins was live and well living in Florida in porn industry. But no one knew the real her.
Videos board cast in dark web, and I was one to see one of them. It was heart breaking to see the man who I saw as a nobody holding her in his arms as bloody screams can be heard all around. Her lifeless body laid between his arms as warm smile appeared on her face. A smile. I can never picture losing Gia in my arms while she smile. I would lose my mind.
But here I was with the woman of dreams in my arms as her face laid on by chest and her breathing is a song I couldn't live without. I was one lucky motherfucker. The foot steps of my own kin can be heard not to far. Sophia my rebellious flower child was outspoken like her mom, Aj Alek Jr was a quiet kid with brain for mathematical equations, I think that's only reason he love watching sports with me, stats. I had everything expect my oldest daughter, no matter how great my life as turn, it hadn't taken emptiest from my heart, that only one she can fill. I can hear some grunts escape from my beloved throat as I know now she's waking up. "Morning baby." Even after all these years seen her face still felt like the first time. She snugged her face right into my neck sniffing my body, yes she was pretty gross. "I know your still sad about her death." Oh my Gia most understanding person in the world, it wasn't that I was sad. I was nervous and wreck on Mia well-being. None of my connections could located her. With no funeral I couldn't just show up to speak her. Criminals and senators who knew her paid respects by send flowers to cryptic addresses. Those who didn't get addresses placed red roses and white Lilys in their business offices. Which ironically was the talk of The internet. Which caused more rumors to surface about who was the imposter in Florida. Chaos hit the streets, one thing that was posted on the news was Mexico crime rate. New members quickly Vulture in her territory, men quickly tried to take over her home in Cancún. Which by the Spanish news was the only one to picked up the gossip. But her home was abandoned giving the cartels opportunity to take claim of her home. From my understanding was no one lived in Mexico it was pretty much up for grabs.
