Power of Name

Power of Name

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I do not own the picture-All rights belong to Mortal Instruments -Preview “Tell us your name,” orders the fat man, who sits before me. He adjusts his glasses as he glances at me. “My name has no meaning,” I state as I hold his gaze, unafraid of the two bodyguards lurking behind him. “What is your mission then?” he inquires nastily, while tapping his fingers on the metal table. “That subject will take a while to explain,” I tell as I glance pass both the fat man and the bodyguards to the gray door, planning a creative escape. “Well saying you aren’t leaving here for a while, I think we got time,” he mocks as he picks up his pen, clicking the button. “Ok…It started ten years ago…”
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My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

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