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295 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 28, 2016

Trust no one.
People will hurt you to help themselves.
Blood doesn’t lie.
I was alone. I had no one. If I wanted to carry on with this, I had to do it myself.

















“My name, Adriana, was dark. My nickname, scuro, was dark. My life, a mafia princess, was dark. My father had no idea what he’d done. One day, he would pay. He would atone for his sins. I would make sure of it.”
“The boy I'd once loved was now a monster. Nothing more than a cold-blooded killer. Or was he?”









What was life, really? It sure as hell wasn't a mixture of love and honesty. It was closer to a clusterfuck of bullshit and lies.
My name, Adriana, was dark. My nickname, scuro, was dark.
My life, a mafia princess, was dark.
My father had no idea what he’d done.
One day, he would pay.
He would atone for his sins.
I would make sure of it.
Sneaking away from California and across the country. Into New York. Find the Hamptons house my father was happily living in... the one that belonged to me... And kill him.
Rage. It was everything. I was trained to be unfeeling. To be permanently numb. There was no emotion in my job. I was an assassin. Silent. Deadly.
Me or him? My life, or his? What did he value more? I don't know that either.
“You still have time to make me stop. I meant it, Addy.” Two of his fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, coming dangerously close to my wet pussy. “I don't want to ruin you. I don't play nice, but the second my mouth is on your cunt, I won't be fucking playing at all.”
Death? No. I didn't fear death. A part of me welcomed it. Welcomed the silence, the peace, the black abyss. I figured that when it came, I'd be Alice jumping down the rabbit hole, except there would be no Wonderland, only numbness.




