Sometime blood cannot be trusted Sometimes family means nothing Sometimes loyalty is tested Dominic thought that nothing could come between him and the family until one woman did. As war looms near Dominic must make a choice protect the woman that he was supposed to kill or save the family that he swore to protect.
I didn’t think I knew what sorry was. I wasn’t sorry when I said I killed my mother. I wasn’t sorry when I said I killed my stepfather. I wasn’t sorry when I said I killed the man that raped my baby sister. I wasn’t sorry that I lit the match that burned their bodies. I wasn’t sorry for the things that I did to make sure she survived. I didn’t think anything could make me sorry but I was wrong.
One thing could make me sorry. One person could make me sorry and she did.
My sister made me sorry that I protected her. My sister made me sorry that I said I killed for her. My sister made me sorry that she survived when my sister left me to die.
I was fourteen when I became a murderer. I was fourteen when my sister turned me in. I was eighteen when I was release. Now I’m twenty one and I plan to do the one thing that will bring me peace. excerpt. As I walked into my father’s study, I knew I wasn’t going to like what he said. Life had been too good lately, and I knew the bad had to be coming. Stopping at the door, I put my mask on and knocked. At the sharp “Enter,†I walked in, taking in the room in a glance. My father sat behind his desk. Vincent, his consigliere, sat to his right, and my older brother, Lucca, stood off to the left. Moving to the chair in front of the desk, I sat, waiting to learn the reason for the summons. My father stared at me for a long moment. “I have a job for you, Dominic,†he began, causing me to sit a little straighter. F**k me; this was what I’d been waiting for: a way to prove my worth to the family. “Caterina Genovese, the sister of Enzo Genovese, will be attending college here, and I want you to befriend her,†he said, causing me to blink. I knew damn well who Enzo Genovese was. If Lucca’s wife hadn’t killed him, I would have ripped the f**ker to shreds. Not only for what he had done to my sister Maria, but for what he had done to Lucca’s wife, Angie. Why the f**k would they want me to have anything to do with that family? “Why?†I asked, needing to know. Instead of my father answering, Lucca did. “Some of our informants seem to believe that Enzo might have left her some tapes and damning information about Angie. Things that, if they are found out, will have a lot of families coming after her for revenge.†Looking at me hard, his voice turned to frost. “I won’t have my wife upset or worried about this. I don’t give a f**k what you have to do to the bitch or with her; find out what she knows and get the evidence.†I nodded my head, not at all put off by Lucca’s tone because I knew how protective he was of his wife. Especially now that she was expecting their second child. The truth was, I was just as protective; she was another sister and mother to me wrapped up in one. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for the woman of my family, to make sure they were safe. So if this girl thought she was going to hurt my family, whatever happened to her, she deserved….