THE GARDEN OF BLOOD TRILOGY: Book One
UNDER CONTRUCTION
The headings that are in English are edited.
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Nikolaos Vitcenzo King of his underworld that is the Mafia.
Arden Dagwood a twenty-year-old who should have just minded her own busines...
I highly recommend you listen to the song above. You should listen to all the songs I put because it goes hand in hand with each chapter. But this song I just found it and DAMN!!! Look at the words WOW!!!.
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Is not a resurrection supposed to be a joyous thing?
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Arden
I turned to do the sign of respect to the former new leader but my eyes fell on Him. My father?
My fist almost was in the air and my jaw dropped, then snap shot in a clench. My father! The remembrance of grief and heartace over took me. He was alive while I was suffering yet he.....wait he faked his death.
Anger. Then the feeling of betrayal followed.
He left me to fend for myself. Left my mom to suffer and he left a child to take care of her. What kind of man willingly leaves his family to defend themselves.
I was only sixteen. Six-fucking-teen. I could have died with the shit I was going through back then. Yet I thought we were poor but he was leader of this gang.
Did my mother know? She probably did. I knew they loved each other too much to ever keep secrets. My fist tighten in a ball at my side and I looked at Apollo then Hawke. They could not meet my eyes.
"YOU BETTER BE A FUCKING GHOST!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my wind pipes. I was about to find out myself but Apollo grabbed my arm. "Arden don't." Was all he said . I ripped my arms away from him. "Put your hands on me again and I won't hesitate to cut them off." I scolded. His face mocked hurt but I did not care.
My father just stared at me and I burned holes right back at him. I was pissed behond comprehension. Look at where the hell I ended up. I was in a mafia family because they kidnapped me. I had to work in a freaking casino just to make ends meet. I had to take care of my dying mother by myself watching her slowly wither away beacuse I did not have the money to help her. I had to go through all this by myself with not even an individual to help me emotionally stable myself.
Taking weed to relieve some of the stress I was under. I almost killed a boy for a fucking rumor.
"Ard..." he tried to speak but I shut him down. "NO NO NO YOU DON'T GET TO SAY SHIT!!! NOT NOW!!!." My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled my temper was slowly slipping from its harness and I was waiting for it to hit the ground with a loud crash.
"FIVE FUCKING YEARS DAD!!!" It did not seem like I could stop yelling. My throat was becoming hoarse because of it but I didn't care. He had to know how much I suffered without him. I needed my dad. I thought he was dead instead he was here all the damn time. For nights on end I cried for him.
