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Capo Dei Capi ( A 3 Chapter Preview)

Chapter 1

People don’t ask me when I became this way. No one can tell me that they understand why I am the way I am. I have never been normal. I wasn’t born in the world that most of you are born into. My world is not like yours. We call it The Fifth State. The life of the ones born with a target on their backs. An early grave. Our life is tied solely to our last name and how quick one can pull a trigger and get rid of the body. 

My life has always been this way. 

Death is inevitable. You either the one with the gun in your hand or the one pissing his pants. Life is something I learned to live like it is my last day, because today might just be that, my last day. The chances of an early grave has been instilled in me from the day I opened, my unseeing eyes. I was born and grew up knowing that my father carried a gun in his right pocket. That the ring on his index finger means that he is part of a dangerous family, the Catelli Famiglia. 

Nobody fucked with our family or our kind and lived to tell the tale. 

I was born knowing that one day I will marry a Made-man. And maybe I was born to be lucky as not having to marry for power or one of the other fucked up reasons our fathers chose our spouses, but I was born to be the wife of a criminal. 

The extent of his crimes are still to be seen.   

Us – the females of the Famiglia are honed to be wives to Made-Men, to turn a blind eye when our spouses have mistresses because that is their way of protecting us. I can’t say I’ve never wanted this life. It will be a worthless thought, as I have only ever known this way, and will die only ever knowing it too. We aren’t born in the Mafia to grow up and leave. That only happens in movies and books and even those, the happy endings aren’t that happy. Let us face facts, are we going to be happy walking away from who we are? 

Are we going to be happy living a simple life, relying on a bunch of fucking cops to sort out our shit when trouble finds us? No, we would be miserable. 

My granddad, a Capo, said that it is easier to off a man and hide the body than to report a crime and wait for the cops. It is a messed up response to life but sadly it is true.   Many people look at us in horror as they hear the whispers of how bad the lives we live. Our men getting caught. The tabloids that slaughters our family names, paints us as monsters. Those lives that we call normal, the only one we will live gets looked upon with disgust, awe, jealousy. I will tell you now that it isn’t that bad. 

It is like never falling prey to a handsome man. 

How would one know the pain of a broken heart if you have never tasted the bliss of a forbidden fruit? We live our lives with no thoughts of how we are going to pay our bills. We take what we want. It is the only way we know. Our men take the risk and we, the women live in the benefits. Now while many of you had heard the way of the Mafia, the way of the Famiglia, I live in it. Here, now, I confess my sins. I tell you the way of the Mafia, I will tell you the way of our world without sugar coating it. 

My name is Aliyana Capello, daughter of Consigliere Sartini Capello and this is my confession. 

Chapter 2

There is hope in all of us, a small glimmer of it even in the evilest of villains to walk the earth. 

And love, oh love, a human emotion that is reckless, wild, and free as it paints you into the promise of its false truth, that is our fail switch. Humanity- one emotion that is weak, well at least that is what my papa says. 

We sacrifice so much for it that in the end we are a mirror of our suicide. I, Aliyana Capello am not immune to the dealings of the heart when it comes to one man. 

I am as vulnerable as if I have already slit my own throat.   

“He is so handsome,” I say as I look at the guy walking in front of my sister and I. Leonardo Catelli, third son of our Capo. 

Today is a special day for the Famiglia. Marco and Deno Catelli will be choosing their brides. The future heirs of the Famiglia. 

“Gli sciocchi si innamorano Yana.” Fools fall in love Yana. 

“Sono una sciocca in amore,” I am a fool in love. I inform my eldest sister as we walk to the back of the hall to drop off the biscuits my stepmother made for tonight. 

She laughs and her black hair shakes as she tries hard to make the loud noise quieter. I don’t understand why she bothers. She is loud. 

 My stepmother has tried for years to tame Guilia, but her mother, my papa’s first wife was a free spirit. She died not long after giving birth. 

Guilia is just like her, with light green eyes and a brilliant smile that lights up any darkness. My papa told me that he liked Guilia and Filippo’s mother because she never backed out of a challenge. But like her mother she would never get to choose whom she loves. 

Guilia will never experience the joy of a kiss with her first crush. 

Because for ones like my sister, love will be something that will grow, and die a sudden death. 

“Do you find it strange that he sees you every day yet still looks right passed you.” Her strong accent voices out the words I ask myself a thousand times a day. 

I smile, because the closest to the real thing she’d ever get to a romance would be through me, even if it is unreciprocated. For now 

“Yes, but when the time comes I will eventually make him see me.” 

“You are 18 Yana, papa won’t allow you to pass another birthday without an engagement. You are so lucky to choose. I say you better snatch him up before someone beats you to it.” Words can come so easy, but the truth is he is a Catelli and they are pure bloods. 

“I am half Russian Guilia.” 

“A beautiful half Italian woman, who is educated. Any man would be happy to have you Yana.” 

“Guilia, Yana.” We hear the sound of our names coming from a man behind us as we place the four trays of biscuits on the wooden counter. A huge grin brightens my face as the man walks closer to us. 

“RENO!!!” My sister practically screams as my brown haired, grey-eyed and deeply tanned skin, best-friend shows himself. 

His light blue jeans are filled with holes as his white tee shirt hangs loose around his torso but the promise of his shoulders broadening in a few years is not hidden. No, he is a true Italian man. 

I whistle as I throw myself in his arms, “Black and red Jordans. You put in all the stops today, is Diamond here?” 

He hugs me back and kisses me gently on my head and it is not the first time I wish that he could be the brother I want to marry. We are so much better together. It will be as simple as looking at him. 

Reno is easy, but his heart belongs to a friend of mine named Diamond. She is a biker Princess from Liston Hills and the only one he loves. When he met her, I was there and I knew, she was his. 

“No, my father insisted I come alone. I heard Leonardo got his eye on someone.” Reno makes a funny pout face as he swipes a biscuit from one of the trays. 

“So Diamond isn’t coming?” I am surprised, she said she’ll be there tonight. It was the reason I extended the invitation to Kylie Bray. 

“Of course she is coming. Kylie is bringing her as a plus one.” He rubs his shadowed beard as he looks behind me at the biscuits. 

I roll my eyes, “You can take a few more, but if my stepmother finds out you are on your own.” 

“I don’t know why we had to do it here in Washington, why not New York,” Guilia groans as Reno fills his left hand with biscuits. 

She didn’t like Washington, but my sister liked the man who controlled it. A man I have never met. She saw him once. 

“Marco and Deno take residence this side. My father wanted to see how the city is doing since my brothers took this side up with Vincent. Seattle is thriving, if all goes well my brothers will control more places and make the family stronger.” 

He touches Guilia’s nose when she scrunches it. My sister, like most of the women know nothing of the dealings of our men. I have never been one of them. The dealings of our men were something I knew way too much about. 

We talk about college and Diamond, and Kylie. Reno’s charm is infectious, and his don’t care attitude makes him my sisters focal point for the next thirty odd minutes. 

My sister didn’t get the option of University as she didn’t make the cut. She didn’t see the need to apply for college either, with her impending engagement to whoever my father would choose. She was 23 and it was her one wish that Papa not marry her off before I finish school. It was a year back when my Papa fulfilled that promise. Guilia knew that her time had come. And I think secretly she wanted to get it done. 

Papa kept Guilia under a very tight leash. 

Which meant, she never saw many men very often, especially ones as handsome as Reno.  

I am not surprised that she dots on every word Reno says. I am not surprised that her longing gaze stares at him without blinking either. It is times like these that I don’t wish to be a full bred Italian. That I am glad my father married my mother. 

I ache for her and my other sister, who spend most of their time with my stepmother taking up the house or attending Gala’s and functions. 

My father sent me to boarding school in Chicago when he witnessed my stepmother’s monstrous tongue lashing she gave me on a regular basis. 

My papa slapped her a few times, but leaving her would’ve made him look weak. 

He came home one evening and told our house maker to pack my bags. It was the next morning that I found out I was leaving to Chicago. 

There was a group of kids selected to go to Chicago as a peace offering between two Italian syndicates. I was the only girl, and my papa had to deal with a lot of the questions that came from his decision but the alternative was worse. 

All he ever wanted was to protect me. That is what he told me the morning I left. Didn’t mean it felt right at the time. I was only 11. Barely of age to take care of myself. 

It was like we were pawned off. I never thought that we could become a family of our own. 

For seven years we stuck together. Romero, Michel, Lorenzo (Reno), Gabriel and I. 

The five of us were inseparable. We weren’t accepted in Chicago as our parents had hoped.  I was treated the worse, and called a whore for staying with four boys. 

What the other kids hoped would make us miserable, made us stronger. In the end we decided to join the same University, here in Washington. 

To the people in the Famiglia, these four boys are my brothers. After seven years, the stories amongst our kind became history and my father’s choice of sending his half-blood daughter was looked as an honorable action, not a suicide to his name. 

But unfortunately, marriage to any one of the four boys would be considered a scandal. It was the one thing my father couldn’t be clearer about as I got older. 

The thing is, I didn’t care, they, were not him. 

When I first saw Leonardo Catelli it was two days after my fifteenth birthday and the first day of summer vacation. He was moaning to Reno and Gabriel about having to fetch us. 

He looked right past me. I never existed then, and I didn’t exist now. I was Yana, Reno’s friend. 

It was my own personal torture that Leonardo Catelli became the only one for me. Maybe it was his voice, or his broad shoulders, or the fact that he was always smiling. Or those few moments we shared on the rare occasions he actually knew I existed. Whatever the reason, it got me to University, got me to Washington, got me to look at him as he crossed the Campus grounds and attended frat parties. 

Sometimes I wondered if he was the only reason I chose to study business.   

My papa was proud when I announced that I was going to further my studies. 

He always empowered me. 

In more ways than one. 

Except when it came to the matters of the heart, I was clueless as my sister. My father preached to me that love will not guarantee me a stress free life. 

“I have not met your brother, Marco. Is he as charming as Deno?” I tease, aware that my sister is hoping to get chosen by Marco. I have not seen the man in person but his brother, Deno is a regular when Reno is around. His dark humor always welcome. If I could say it aloud, I would call him a friend. 

But it has been a while since I have seen him. There are rumors that the Famiglia is shifting power. And Deno Catelli is the name whispered as the main player. 

Unlike my sisters and most women of the Famiglia and even the ones that make up the 5th State, I know the dealings of our men. 

Growing up I was always ashamed of having only half Italian blood. My papa told me to be proud of the Bratva’s blood in my veins. He said our women were strong but the Russian’s made their women unbreakable.  
He said I am unbreakable. I like to believe that is true. 

“He’s hard work, thank fuck you don’t have to marry for power or you might just be stuck with one of my clan.” He laughs and I smack his arm knowing he is teasing me because of Leonardo. 

Reno has known about my affections for his brother from that first day. 

“I have to leave you ladies now. Guilia, it was lovely seeing you again. And my Yana Banana. I’ll be your plus one tonight, so wear something short and fleshy.” He winks at me as he saunters off. 

“He has a sexy butt, your friend must sleep really well.” My sister sighs as she watches Reno leave. 

“It’s the hormones. Control them, we have three hours to get ready, let’s go, our stepmother will be bitching a fit if we’re late.” 

“I don’t know why you care so much about her,” Giulia says. 

“She is Elia and Serena’s mother, we don’t have a choice.” My sister opens the black Mercedes as she takes off her light blue heels and throws them in the back of the convertible. 

Her skin tight jeans and Blue top screams sexy, she is so tall that I know she could have done well in modeling. 

My short form, pale skin, blue eyes and ash blonde hair is everything that sets us apart. 

Our thin built is the one thing we share from our father. 

“There is always a choice, we can go Gunzo on her and zap zap, ditch the body. Who would know?” Guilia says it like that can be an option as she starts the car. I slam my door closed. 

“Ilaria is papa’s wife, we can’t go zap zap, or someone would zap zap us,” I inform my sister. We both hate the woman but tolerate her, I more than Guilia. 

But my sister is lucky there, as she is the eldest daughter, and my eldest brother, Filippo will never let anyone harm our spirited sister. 

 We get home in an hour. The familiarity of it is welcomed to me as I have lived here for a while, with my papa. 

This house is one of my fathers’ many properties. Like most in the Famiglia, my father has legitimate businesses and The 5th State ones. 

The four floor Mansion me and my sister walk into is one of the legitimate things he owns. Real Estate. 

“Hello, siamo a casa papa.” We are home papa 

My papa doesn’t respond. He is either busy or out back in the gardens. 

“You two are quite cheerful today, excited for tonight.” 

Filippo my eldest brother walks out from the open arch way leading to the study. His voice is deep and loud as his big smile makes us giddy. I haven’t seen him in a month.   

He looks handsome and refined in his navy suit and grey tie, Guilia and I picked out for him last week. 

We both say my brother is a handsomer version of Christian Grey. He has grey/brown eyes and dark hair which is almost black. His jaw is clean shaven and when he smiles he has a dimple just under his eye. 

“I didn’t know you were here, Papa said you would make it only tonight.” I say as my brother kisses me first on my cheeks, then my sister. 

“Ah, Papa, wanted to surprise you.” He grabs us by one hand each and we follow him. 

We know Filippo, he has got us something. He is always giving us presents. 

I hear the sound of my other sister and brother, as we pass the back door leading to the pool. We like to call them the devil twins. They could burn the house down without a match stick. 

“Papa is gone out, he took my car, should be back in a few, but I got something for the two of you.” He says as he opens the garage door. 

I see it first and squeal jumping like a mad thing. It is a Lime Green Ashton Martin Vantage. My sister takes a few seconds to realize that this is the car we have wanted forever. 

She jumps with me and we both throw ourselves at Filippo. 

I kiss his cheeks and he laughs, trying to hold both of us. 

Guilia almost falls but someone stops her and she makes a funny noise that has me releasing my brother and looking at the man that has his arm around my sister’s waist. 

He is older, his early to mid-thirties. He has broad shoulders that stand out behind his suit jacket and a lethal presence that has me frowning. 

His black eyes send shivers everywhere through my body as it stares at me while my sister takes a step back. The eyes of a killer. 

 A dark shadowed face and black unkempt hair is unlike a Made-Man but everything else is exact. From the shiny tan shoes, to the tailored cream pants and matching jacket. 

He is a Made-Mad-Man. 

I have always been attracted to a man with big hands. It is the only reason as to why my eyes go to his. Thick, long fingers, with veins around his knuckles and a long cut on his forefinger, makes me swallow hard. His hands can easily wrap around my neck, overpowering me. I frown, looking at his hand because he is currently holding that hand out waiting for me to take it. 

Everything in me is screaming not to touch him. My body wants to run, so why is that I can’t drop my eyes from his. 

I don’t want to be rude and disrespect my brother so I put my big pants on and my small hand in his. He closes his fingers around my dainty ones. His touch is rough, and firm, and his hands are neither cold nor warm. I don’t appreciate my bodies reaction to him. My pulse that beats on my wrist, the flush coming to my cheeks. The heat I feel emanating from his eyes. 

He is staring, Aliyana. Don’t let him know you are affected by him. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you..” His voice is deep, too deep, I don’t like it. He senses my need to remove my hand and grips it tighter. The action has my eyes stabbing right through his. Black, black eyes. Evil. But even evil is beauty. I deny the slight kick I get when his mouth twitches. He is waiting for my name. I need to tell him. 

“Aliyana, I am Filippo’s sister.” 

“Ah, Aliyana. I am Marco,” He replies. 

He drops it, but not before brushing the inside of my palm as he does. The touch is intimate.  The most intimate thing I have ever experienced no doubt in my sheltered life. Living with the four guys didn’t make me have more freedom. In fact it made any privacy impossible.    

I take a step away, removing myself from our close proximity and behold my eyes, walking closer to us is Leonardo Catelli. He is a mystery to the Catelli bloodline. Where his brothers are dark, he is light. Brown eyes that are perfect, look at me, and as always, I remain like a statue. Marco is tall, but Leonardo is much taller than his older brother. 

“You two go inside, we need to talk business. The keys to the car are on the dresser in my room, you can drive to Azure tonight.” Filippo orders us and I kiss my brother as my sister moons over Marco. I have to pull her arm so she comes inside with me. And even then she turns her head around at least a few times. I do it once, as I close the door to our home. One day I would ask myself why my gaze is drawn to Marco Catelli, a man with mad eyes and not the one whom I want. Dark vs Light. 

Chapter 3

“We are stalkers Yana.” My sister mumbles from next to me. 

I don’t miss Leonardo watching us with a small smile on his thick lips.     

We’ve been peeping from the top of my bedroom window at the three of them for the last twenty minutes. 

They have now taken their discussion to the patio. Sitting on the large out door lounge suites we purchased just two days ago. It makes it easier for us to see them. 

He is so cute. “Leonardo and you will make a great couple Aliyana, imagine what your babies would look like, and Marco, ah Yana.” She groans my name nudging me on my king size bed. 

I sigh, throwing myself flat on the black and purple bedding, looking at the ceiling, “He is the guy for me, tonight at the dinner I am going to make my move.” 

“We need to go shopping,” My sister declares, her eyes widening with glee. But not even this moment, can we hide her fear of tonight. 

She will become betroth to a Made-man of my father’s choosing tonight. 

Who? I don’t know, my papa has not mentioned it. After tonight my sister will prepare for her engagement. The only thing that keeps us sane about this night, is that my papa will choose well and Marco and Deno will also be choosing their brides. My sister is hoping for Marco, but Deno is a better choice in my opinion. My forehead scrunches into a frown as I relive that split second when Marco touched my palm. It was a graze, but I feel like it is something more. 

I stare at my sister, knowing what lies ahead. 

Every family has their fortunate ones and the unfortunate. For mine it was my parent’s marriage been that of the fortunate. 

My mother was a woman, a 9th generation member of the Bratva. She was also the love of my father’s life. 

My father, born and raised to be a powerful member of the Famiglia, a Consigliere to the Capo Dei Capi, The boss of all bosses. He is the one who controls the entire 5th State, or as commoners know it as the Underworld. 

All the Capo’s regardless of whether you were Italian or Irish, answered to him. 

Whoever he is, nobody knows besides a select few. My father is one of those people. 

When the Russians landed in New York, they agreed a peace offering. A marriage between my mother and Papa was negotiated. 

My parents were young and fortunate, as they fell in love with each other and all was good, in fact Papa said it was amazing. The Russians and the Italians were happy, until the time came for the offering. The Bratva agreed on peace on one condition, that the first child which they’d hoped was a boy would be given to them at age 5. But my mother bore a girl and when the time came, they couldn’t do it. 

So, the Famiglia protected her as they knew how. 

Until the Capo of the Famiglia declared an end to his reign, and the new Capo rose. The decision was not made by the Capo Dei Capi as my sister’s life wasn’t that important that they take it to the true head. And our Capo seemed to have frozen his heart and gave my sister away. A deal is a deal, he said. 

She was the unfortunate of my family. I, however am the fortunate sibling. 

I’ve never met my sister. I was the last of my mother’s children to be born. She died when I was three so I don’t remember much. My father remarried as is custom in our world. And finally managed to produce another male. I, being the Russian’s daughter will never be forced to marry. 

I am born free to have a choice of whom I choose to marry as long as he is in the Famiglia, which is fine by me. I always wished to be with Leonardo. Staring at my ceiling, I have to admit that when I saw him today, my attention was not the one he sought. 

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Book Release Dates

Hey Everyone.

Welcome all the new bloggers and subscribers that have recently joined our Liston Hills family.

I love it when I open my laptop in the morning and see new people have subscribed.

Thank you all for the emails yesterday, I will reply as soon as I can.

So I was thinking about this yesterday. The release dates for the books. So many of you are waiting patiently for Beauty’s Breath and Capo Dei Capi.

So I will release Beauty’s Breath on Tuesday this week. Capo Dei Capi will follow on January 25th and Diamond’s story February 15th.

I am busy with some posters and ads for the Website. Maybe I will try my luck again on the Youtube videos.

Thanks for reading and have an awesome Smurf Monday.

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School me p3 (page 33)

Dainy

Our squad was looking great. Rehearsals were flawless.

“That was great guys. How are the auditions coming? Did you manage to snatch any new talent worth seeing from any of the transfers?” I ask Candice who is standing next to me tying up her red hair as her brown gaze tracks over the football field.

“No, but Jessica found two newbies, one was a gymnast.”

“Nice.” I say as I spot the unmistakable man that is my boyfriend. I give him a wave when he catches me staring.

It was freaking hot today. The boys must be dripping from practice. Their locker room is going to be steaming and the reason for that is not hot water.

“tell Jessica to bring them here after school tomorrow. Let’s field test them.”

When Tammy Odell attended Liston High Private in 1982 she came up with the brilliant idea called ‘A field test.’ Instead of the girls trying out with new moves ‘which anybody could learn WITH the right teachers’, the newbies would have to survive a training session with the football Jocks. Test their endurance, we test their mind. A strong mind-set has kept us raining champion for years. And it is the funniest thing to watch. I know I had to do it myself.

I remember that day. It was the first day Sabastian looked at me different. The day he looked at me as If I belonged to him.

Freshman year

“Dainy, you not listenin’ Sienna and Tash are joining us. Liam better not be there. Oh my gosh , did you notice how hot he’s looking. Fourteen is definitely his number. I am drooling right now.” Rae slams the locker door.

“If I’m droolin’ now, how am I supposed to concentrate? I’m sure Jace and Aidy will be there maybe they can distract him.”

I roll my eyes as I slip my bag on my shoulders.
“They are both in the team. I heard Liam is thinking of joining.”

She does a silent scream as her eyes light up with glee. “Did he say that.”

“Yeah, he also said that he would risk your brothers wrath if he didn’t have to answer to Kylie about why he was talking to her sister.” Rae cringes at that one. Yes, A Stone is a Stone. It is hard to be the youngest let alone a girl in a family dominated by Texan men. Let alone have a sister that every guy in our school feared.

Kylie Bray was our school leader and I wanted to be just that. To us ‘a very small group’ we knew her as a laid back, chilled senior who was dating Dexter Kent, a junior. Who actually made it past her brothers. Well David and Michael Stone. I don’t think he would have survived Kevin Stone.

“Ladies it’s go time, asses in the field now.” Kylie Bray screams from the hallway.

“Weren’t we supposed to meet after school ?”
I question Rae.

She smiles at me, “It’s Kylie, when does she ever follow the rules?”

I shake my head and laugh, as Kylie saunters off.

Two weeks in school and I am finally going to be a cheerleader. It’s exciting stuff. I will finally be close to Reagan.

We walk to the open field from the back door of our school. There is about maybe eight of us with the two already waiting for us outside by the benches.

It is good weather now, I know that is going to change eventually once ten o’clock strikes.

I see the football team as I get closer to the stands. They are huddled behind a tree.

“Oh my gosh, Is that Sabs making out with Rita, yuck, gross.”

My eyes instantly look across the field and yes. I would notice Sabastian from a mile away. That guy made me want to throw things at his head. I don’t know why I still even spoke to him.

I watch him , his hands are holding Ritas against her back. He can’t even kiss a girl without manhandling them. What did women see in him. Oh i knew. He was the epitome of bad boy. Add WITH his billions that he would one day inherit. He had all the gold diggers around school falling at his knees.

The longer I watch, the angrier I become. I don’t even think about it as I walk across the field. I certainly don’t spend an ounce of regret when I get to him and smack his head.

“What the fuck.” He spins around and seems to take a step back and into Rita when he sees me.

“What do you want Dainy.” He asks me in dreary tone that makes me feel small.

Rita with her black hair and caramelized skin gives me a wicked smile full of satisfaction when I look at her. SHE is tall, and a senior in the schools cheerleading squad.

“I already got it.” Not sure why I am hurt by his words so much but I spin around and walk away. I am half way to the field when his familiar fingers grabs me from the back of my arms.

“Hey, stop.” He says as he practically spins me around.

“leave me alone Delroy.” I yelp maybe a bit too loud. Another boy would take a step back or drop his arm. Sabastian Delroy is not another boy. He is a boy that wears a suit to school because he can. Sometimes it is bow ties and purple ties. Today he is in a beige linen suit, minus the tie and add in a white shirt and it just pisses me off that he has to be so cute and such an ass at the same time.

“Dainy.” Kylie screams from across the field.

“Let me go Delroy.” I try to free my arm.

“I’m not done! You can’t just interrupt me and throw that kind of fit and walk away Dainy.”

“I already did, too bad.”

“Sabastian move it.” Kylie says from closer this time.

“Give me a minute Kylie.” He says to her but doesn’t stop looking at me. At the back of my mind I’m thinking ‘wow’ did he just stand up to Kylie Bray.

“I’ll give you all the time you need sugar, but Ms Hallow here doesn’t get the same deal. Dainy, move your ass to the field, Sabastian get your hands off the frighten girl. SHE ain’t ready for your brand of crazy yet.”

“Not yet.” He says it as a promise, of what I don’t know. And I swear I feel the brush of his thumb on the underneath of my arm before he lets it go. I turn around instantly and run toward the girls and Jocks across from me. I turn my head and see Sabastian standing in the middle of the field. His hands are in his pocket and he is staring at me. A cold shiver runs up the arm he griped just a minute ago.

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Zero (Satan Sniper’s motorcycle club book 3)

Zero

“hey, how’s the leg? ready to get the fuck off that damn thing.” I ask my brother.

It has been weeks since he arrived to the clubhouse. A month and three days since Amariya Demarco betrayed us all. I called her Beauty, even though she insisted we call her Beggar.

I dumped Falon. I gave up everything for her and all she did was remind me what a failure I am. I was supposed to protect the clubhouse, my brothers, our women and I failed them all.

I live with it, the guilt and with the guilt comes my shame because where ever I look where ever I walk in this place I see her.

Those black eyes, that long hair and pale skin. Her voice haunts me. She is inside me. Like a layer of flesh attached to my very being.

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It is time Dainy Hallow started paying attention

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School me p3 (page 16)

Lizzy
“Yes, I would shake your hand but as you can see.” He tilts his head referring to his look alike that has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. 

“Is she your sister?” It’s the dumbest question I could ask. Come on, they are practically identical, same green eyes, same blond hair, same complexion even their face is shaped a like except hers is much younger. But point made, dumb question. He doesn’t answer me, he does however take a step away from the door to allow me to step inside. 
When I do, it is like I am taken back to the 1600’s. I feel like I am under dressed with my ripped jeans and David Harley sweat shirt I am wearing. Not to mention my old sneakers that has well passed seen its expiration date. I can’t throw them out, I should but my dad got it for me two years ago. And if he was alive I would’ve tossed them out but now he so not alive. 
“Would you like something to drink? Or better yet let’s just go sit in the kitchen.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he walks effortlessly with the giggling little girl still attached to him down a long and wide wooden floored passage way. I rush behind him, my sling leather bag hitting my thigh as I do so. We round another corner going down a long corridor before we make a right and pass down the photo room filled with probably thousands of photos framed on the wall. We take a few steps down then turn left. 
“This place is like me a maze.” The awe in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Dexter who chuckles and takes another right in front of me.
“It’s fun, Decky needs exercise. “ She giggles after she’s done talking and I don’t stop the big goofy grin on my face from making an appearance as we finally make it to the kitchen which is something from the movies, dark oak doors, silver fridges, dark oak counters with a tinge of white here and there, “Wow, this place is nice.” 
Dexter slip his sister off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.

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School me p3 (page 14)

Reagan


Listen , speak , learn, that is what I have done today. I listened to my stupid coach screaming in my ear as I did !y drills. I spoke when I needed to and I learned, I learned that I was actually sick and fucking tired of this asshole. He has had my ass since last week. Not sure what is up the guys ally. But when I got home today, I decided fuck it. It is Saturday evening. I should be out and today it is exactly what I am doing
The Delroys are hosting a dinner party tonight, and my dad was in no way going to make it with the important deal he has going on in Toronto tonight, so it ended up on me. 
I step in front of the long length cupboard mirror. My bow tie hanging loosely around my shirt collar. Buttoning up my shirt I look at the scratches Dainy left Thursday evening. It never ceases to amaze me how wild and crazy she gets sometime. 
In fact the other day she left me speechless when she walked into my bedroom with nothing but a red tiny piece of material covering her snatch. Her hair was curled to the side, and she had this deep red lipstick painting her lips. 
Just thinking about now has me going hard. And there is nothing I can do about it right now, as my girlfriend decided to spend her time with Kylie. Which is weird because from my knowledge Kylie hasn’t been taking visitors. 
But what do I know. Recently things with Rainy is going great. I never looked at myself as a one woman man until I ended up in Dainy’s bed. 
Then I was thinking how I messed up, but now as I tie my bow and grab my black tux jacket , I can honestly say thank fuck I did go steady with Dainy, if I didn’t I am sure Sabastian would have her all wrapped up in him by now. 
I see the way he looks at my girl, I haven’t said a thing about yet. So far he hasn’t made any plays and I can’t fault the guy for wanting her back, I mean look at her. But Dainy is mine and I am glad she isn’t coming with me tonight. Tonight is the time Sebastian Delroy and I settle somethings.

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School me p3 (page 10)

Sabastian


“Yeah, somehow I don’t see that happening. So back to Dainy, what do you need me to do man?”


“Find out who is this guy, he’s definitely one of Gina’s people. She probably double crossed the man, he retaliated, now we on to him so now he’s running scared ,making idle threats. But idle or not I need eyes on Dainy for a while, can’t ask Kevin, heard the club is out for Beggar, was thinking about one of the local bikers? Diamonds people, think you can sort it out? Send me the bill, I wanna pay this one under the table.” 

I get up at this point, I have a meeting to attend before I make my way to the evening function


“Don’t worry about it.” He says putting his emptied glass on the small oval table not too far from where he is standing. I nod in acknowledgment and that is that. 


I stand here with my hands in my pocket, in the middle of this empty cabin and watch Kent leave. 

All this while my mind firmly on Dainy. My little Vixen. 


Tonight would have been the ideal night to take her back, maybe play a bit with her. But circumstances prevent it from happening. 

When my father mentioned the party he also mentioned an old flame I met in Prague. 

The girl was wild, and crazy but a huge investor in one of our charities. Sometimes even billionaires had to play nice. 

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Kylie Bray and Vincent Stone

“What?” I didn’t recognize that soft note as it left my mouth. 

I was standing in front of this man, who I had loved even though he had time and time again hurt me. 

His face froze in a harsh angry scowl, and he was hurting me, with words, but they still cut deeper than a punch to the gut and I was allowing it. 

Why?

“You pathetic, pining like a little bitch in heat, embarrassing me at my cousins funeral. 

I’m going to tell you ONE time, I. Don’t. Fuck. Little girls! , so stay the fuck away from me.” 

I flinched at the grit and harshness of his tone and the proximity of his suit covered body. 

His words, It was too much. 

Did Vincent not understand that he tore me apart when he opened his mouth. 

His transfixed harsh eyes glaring at my sappy ones told me that he understood it very well but just didn’t give a fuck, because I was nothing to him. 

This was it. 

I would no longer love this man. 

I would learn to move on from Vincent Stone. 

How could I not, when it was obvious he loathed me. 

He was a made man and I was just a nuisance. 

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School me p2 (page 3) 

Reagan 




“You heard about the dead woman on the news, the whole towns talkin’ about it.” Talon, my ten year old half brother practically screams from across the room while he manages to still keep his game going on the split screen of the tv that’s mounted to the wall. He lives for the weekends to play on his xbox and PlayStation atleast he opened the blinds this time, I guess he’s getting bigger right before my eyes.

If Lucan were here he would be doing the same thing, just sitting his ass down and killing zombies. I, on the other hand have my moments when I spend the entire weekend just playing PlayStation, but they hardly ever happen.

Most of the time on weekends I’m outside burning the pavement with my sneakers or taking short trips to the mountain range for a good climb. It’s amazing the amount of energy I have, well more like had, cause since I’ve been sleeping in Dainy’s bed this week I hadn’t had much of that energy, in fact, I’m feeling extremely lazy today. Waking up at four to get your ass home isn’t ideal when you got to be at school shortly after and still endure two hours of practice from Hitler himself. My coach is a psycho and that’s putting it lightly. Good thing Dainy makes it worth my while.

“I’ve just woken up buddy, what dead woman?” I stretch my arms in the air walking toward my little bro, that despite having a different mother, looks exactly like me. My boxer covered body flops down next to him on the Italian designed sectional. It’s only then I notice he has on swimming trunks, which means his friends are coming over. He never swims at this time otherwise.

“Some forty year old woman was found dead in the river just outside Liston, Jason said his mom called it murder.” His face lights up, and I swear sometimes I’m dumbfounded with what amuses young boys today.

I rub my face with my left hand and stare at my brother through my fingers. His face is stuck to the screen as his fingers, primarily his thumbs abuse the remote.

My mind is still a bit fuzzy from the long needed nap I had this morning but I’m not so out of it to know that there’s more to the story. So like the big brother I am I pull the remote out of his hand and pause the game.

“Hey, I was playing that, I’m telling dad.” He gripes and I roll my eyes as I drop the remote on the carpet.

“You’ll get it back after you spill it.”

His blue eyes glower at me, “Dad left a few minutes after we saw the news, he said mom is going to be back later but when she was taking stuff outa the car the police came by and she left with them.”

“Ha, where’s Lara?” I question as he bends over my legs to get his remote.

“Dad dropped her off for her play day at Uncle Hectors house, Aiden and Kylie came to visit for the weekend.” I ruffle his head as he goes back to his game.

It’s twenty minutes later after I jump out of the shower do I put my tv on in my bedroom.

CNN finishes its financial report as I’m slipping on a white tee. I pick up the volume when the news bulletin returns.

“…After the dead body was found so close to Liston Hills. The town is famously known to occupy America’s richest families with multi billionaires Hector Stone and Andrew Delroy. The death of Jane Doe is bound to cause an uproar in the small and quiet community.”

I frown and shake my head as I stare at the reporter in the screen. She holds the receiver plugged into her ear, letting us know that she’s receiving something new.

“I’ve just received a new report. It seems that one of Liston Hill’s founding families have just confirmed the name of the forty year old Jane Doe as Gina Lorne.”

“Who’s Gina Lorne.” I’m frozen in place, when Talon’s voice from the doorway to my bedroom has me answering him with two words that I’d never thought I’d ever rhyme with Gina Lorne.

“My mother.”

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