Summary-
She was a victim of the bond her father created. He, the leader of the Tokyo mob. He owned the world. He was invincible. Untouchable. And when forces met, only she could remind him of what he really was. A man.
Prologue-
If you want a happy story, with a nice suburban ending, and a loving hero, I fear you will be largely disappointed.
I am no hero.
A hero is someone who delivered a positive impact on its society, one way or another. A hero, I am not, for I had done no such thing.
I am a man of many sins. My most recent and most deadly, the indulgence of a woman I should never have tasted…should never have let intrigue me… She was the link in a long chain of triggered sins. A chain of unseen and fated deaths—ones even I had never thought I'd be at the hands of.
It is unfortunate for those families whose loved ones I'd brought to death, and when I'm older, I may ever feel a sense of remorse. The innocents where buried with the guilty, and the ignorance was stolen deafly and blindly from the naïve. As I said, it is unfortunate, and for them it shall remain that way.
The deaths were a happening in which I had never planned, and though they were not aware or at fault, they were in the wrong place, took the wrong job, and followed the wrong orders. Nevertheless, I will not let a coffin haunt me.
The blood that was shed with my hands, and stained my clothes, was the private work and plans of a demoned angel, unknowingly. She had not meant for death. She had not meant for the pain or the despair she had delivered to families unnamed, and she definitely had not meant for me. It was fate.
She was the goddess of life, and I the bringer of death, a morbid soul with no intention to cease my demanding and gruesome ways.
I sought for pain and blood, my instincts controlling my movements. And when I crossed her, even more so. My instincts were controlled by her actions. And due to her actions, my instincts brought me to kill. And although she does not know how many men I had to kill to have her, to protect her, and to own her, she knows that there was death by my hands. That was all I ever wanted her to know. No ghost was going to haunt her and darken her eyes with clouds, or place the empty wisdom of the reaper in her soul. She would remain untainted without that knowledge. She would remain unburdened without the knowing, that she had brought me to kill.
And when I remember the countless victims that fell into passing due to our relationship, the rivers of crimson I had spilt, the hearts and lives I had slaughtered, I know that if I had to do it again, I would. Without a second thought. She was mine. My lover, and my life.
I will never regret the lives that I have killed, or the sins I have committed to keep her, for, she was—and remains forever, my obsession.
AUTHOR:
This is only the Prologue folks, but I hope you like it. When I wrote it, it just came out this way, but the rest of the story won't be done in first person.
Things will also begin to pick up. Sex, guns, violence, murder---stuff like that will become a regular thing, as this is mob-romance story. But it will be good---so continue to read and review. I like it when people review--it lets me know im writing for someone. All critiques are welcome too!!
Anyways, this is only the opening of a wicked set of chapters!! (head swells and posses like hercules) Yay, okay, thats a little bit full of myself, but meh, it'll only serve as a harder fall for me. So continue to check it out and I'll post the first chapter soon!!