Blood can feel like water
-I'm not innocent, I won't play that game, I won't fool myself into thinking that the bloodshed of this world hasn't given me every amenity, every want that I could have thought up. The blood that runs through the gutters and out into the muddied grass, doesn't run for nothing. I've always tried to find good in evil, it isn't like me to be absolute about something, nor someone. Many would call that a fatal flaw, I call it life. I call it life, because I'd known it forever. This world- this world angular, and edged, a straight line and then a plank, you can never know where you are headed never know the direction you are falling, up or down?-
Amara had grown in the Cosa Nostra, she was no stranger to blood nor death, no stranger to violence. Coltello, was the same, a nickname given, 'knife' they called him. What happens when she discovers her family is dead and her uncles plot to sell her to Coltello. Coltello, doesn't want just a bride, he wants power. A man whose addictions have no bounds? Beyond the suit and tie, lies a man Amara cannot see behind, the suit and tie, worn with such precision and forethought. Amara left alone and out to the wolves. Can she resist the temptation behind her cloudy judgment and grief, or is she stronger than the wolves?
