Prologue

Bella

I took a deep breath before opening the huge, heavy wooden door that would lead me further into this madness. A coffin draped in black silk stood at the far end of the room. Tacky floral arrangements hung limply at either side looking out of place in the ornate Catholic Church with it's gold accents, statues and stained glass windows. Dragging my eyes away from the focal point I scanned the room half filled with 'mourners'. The colour of the outfits they wore were the only thing they had got right. Jessica appeared to be wearing a corset and stripper heels, Lauren's skirt was a pleather mini with a thigh high split and Mike was wearing a Sons of Anarchy T-shirt under his leather jacket. Another sigh escaped me as I sat in the nearest pew and wondered how I would get through the day without killing anyone. Well, anyone else.