I've always known the path laid out for me - an arranged marriage, a tradition etched deep within the fabric of our crime family. Like my parents before me, and countless others, I too would enter into this union, a pawn in the game of alliances and power.
Like a child promised a gilded doll, I received a future at the tender age of nine. Chris, the name etched onto my fate, was a stranger then, and an enigma now. By fourteen, a ring, cold and heavy, became the symbol of a life I never chose.
Twenty. The number echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the precipice I stood upon. With each passing day, the truth clawed its way to the surface. Chris, with his knowing eyes and easy laughter, had tasted a life I could only dream of - a life rich with stolen moments and whispered secrets.
And I guess this is where my life becomes hell.
I have also come to realize that He could never offer me the kind of love my father gave me.
This marriage, a future carved in ice, promised no warmth, no love, only a suffocating prison built on obligation. This wasn't just heartbreak, it was the slow descent into a life where even the air itself will feel tinged with despair.
Bred In Violence (A Mafia Romance Book One) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏
82 parts Complete Mature
82 parts
Complete
Mature
Completed on 24/09/2018
Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets.
"I will find out..I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares.
He stared at me, and I stared right back at him.
"You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face.
"Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.