Sinister (DEVILS OF SABLE LAKES #1) by Melinda Terranova EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Melinda Terranova
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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My parents were murdered in front of me when I was five. They were
casualties of the ties they held to the prominent and powerful mafia
family, the Vitiello’s. You see, my papa was Papa. V.’s consigliere. His eyes
and ears. His body count. As far back as I can remember, our family was
tied to the Vitiello Kingdom. We were family in a sense. We vacationed
together back in the motherland. Spent every Christmas, Easter, birthday, 4
th of July together, and every other celebration you can think of. They were
our non-blood relatives. My mom, Mama V., and Papa V.’s two sisters were
best friends, they spent nearly every day together. Until it all ended in
bloodshed and I was left with no one.
I remember sitting on the plush leather sofa, a firm hand placed on both
of my shoulders to keep me still, to ensure I didn’t run like the little baby
they thought I was. I distinctly remember not being able to tear my eyes
away from the man impeccably dressed in a sharp suit with a black
balaclava covering his head. He was so casual yet calculated in the way he
moved about our lounge room. It almost seemed as though he had been here
before, invited in as a friend. From a small five year old’s perspective, he
looked huge as he stood over my mom and held the gun to her head. The
pop of the gun was something I never forgot. It reminded me of the
fireworks at our 4
th of July parties held at the lake house. Only this time the
splatter of my mom’s blood was the only thing that made a spectacular mess
across the wall behind her.
My papa was next. He didn’t even try to struggle out of the cable ties that
bound his wrists behind his back. He simply stared at me and nodded once
before the bullet hole in his head dribbled blood over his handsome face.
I didn’t move and I didn’t give the men the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
I’d sat straighter on that sofa just like my papa would have wanted me to.
I’d remember his small nod of assurance until the day I died and I knew he
meant for me to be as strong and brave as him.
I watched the man in the black balaclava turn and eye me as I sat up
straighter, ready for the bullet to pierce through my skull. His bright blue
eyes reminded me of the sea on a hot Summer’s day. They looked funny
surrounded by the dark material of his mask. He strode toward me and
indicated for the man holding me in place to move before he squatted down
in front of me.
“Friend of foe?” He’d said in a thick Italian accent. I was too afraid to
speak in case my voice gave away that I was terrified of him.
He placed his gun to my temple and his eyes crinkled at the outer edges.
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