Life was not kind to Isabella Moretti. She was an orphan who grew up in a harsh world. She fights her demons like no other, trained since birth to only survive. She's lethal like poison and all seven of the deadly sins.
Mateo Romano, an arrogant wo...
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"I call her the devil because she makes me wanna sin and every time she knocks I can't help but let her in"
They used to call me honeypot, making me something that I am not. I wasn't seductive and I didn't kiss before I killed. The name that I earned was sin. Sinbecause I do bad things, and I do them well. I was stealthy like a thief and in the blink of an eye my targets were dead. I gave no one the privilege of knowing my true identity, so to everyone it was simply just sin.
Blinded by the piling debt, my father sold me, looking out for himself and not the little girl he called his princess. He was too dumb to realize that the men he gave me to didn't just run an orphanage. His brain probably scrambled from all the molly he takes.
That place was never just an orphanage. They broke kids and turned them into soulless monsters. We didn't have names, we had numbers. We were taken advantage of and abused.
I remember the day, that has me waking up screaming in a pool of my own sweat as vivid as if it were a movie on repeat.
Tears, hot tears dropped from my eyes blurring my vision.
"Um sir where are we going?" my seven year old mind had a difficult time grasping what was going on.
"Shut the fuck up, and stop crying before I punish you." I stumbled as the guard forcefully pushed my small body forward.
"I SAID STOP CRYING" he screamed as I scrambled on the floor trying to control my tears. Although I was only seven, I knew these guards were cruel.
He marched over to me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt dragging me into a dark room.
"No no no please no. Im sorry, I'll stop crying. I'll behave I promise." Panic obvious in my voice as he started to unbuckle his pants.
He pushed me onto the table, holding me down with one arm and ripping the condom packet with the other. As soon as he took out his penis, I knew something was wrong. I screamed as loud as my voice would allow me to while uncontrollably sobbing.
Moments later my purity was stripped away, pinned to a nasty table in the dark.
That moment changed everything. The little hope that I had was gone. I felt...empty.
They channeled my emptiness and turned me into a cold blooded murderer, and a good one at that.
"She is all seven of the deadly sins." I am she, and she is I.
Pride, because I feel immense pleasure as I bury bullets into my targets.
Envy, because I am jealous of those who grew up in a different world than me.
Greed, because I've suffered too much to not have it all. To not be free of my demons.
Wealth, because I make a shit ton of money and bask in a life of endless luxury.
Gluttony, because I over-indulge in power, wine, wealth, and everything else.
Lust, because to me there is no such thing as love only strong sexual desire.
Sloth, because in everything I do, I do it slowly, carefully, and sensually.
They might call me Sin but I'm also the devil reincarnated.
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