Omerta- Book I (Winner of the 2015 People's Choice Award)

1) My Neighbor Is A Kitty Killer

This is Book 1 of the Vendetta series! It's a combination of romance, humor, the mafia, and mature scenes meant for a New Adult audience. It can be read as a standalone! Hope you enjoy! :)

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Chapter 1: My Neighbor Is A Killer

"Püssy!"

The word tasted foreign on my tongue. This was new territory for me. I came from a family of wealth and classiness. And as much as I tried to separate myself from that lifestyle, I would never be so trashy as to speak like that, like a criminal....like him.

"I have a püssy, you have a püssy, the cat that lives in the dumpster outside is a püssy! It's a word! A word, Scarlett! A word! Don't let this affect-"

There was a knock on the door. "Scarlett, darling? Is everything alright...?"

Püssy, I mouthed one last time to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I'd shoot that word right back at his face, too.

"Everything's perfectly fine, Mom!" As if she really cared. I wiped frantically at the running mascara under my eyes and took a large gulp out of my wine glass.

"Cheers," I said to myself. I made myself as presentable as possible and threw open my new apartment bathroom door, letting it hit the wall with a crack. It certainly would have left a hole in the wall, had there not been an unopened box of my favorite goofy sweaters against the wall.

Mother was dressed in a cream colored Dior dress that she would certainly only wear once. I, on the other hand, was dressed in an oversized Mickey Mouse sweatshirt with a tear by my belly button, matched with my favorite pair of leggings.

"Were you crying, Scarlett?" Mother asked and for a moment, she actually looked concerned. Then I realized it was just the Botox and her face was kind of stuck like that. "I'd cry too, if I wore that sweatshirt in public."

"I was watching Greys Anatomy before you came," I explained, ignoring her normal commentary on my clothes. I finished off my wine. "It was an emotional episode."

My neighbor is a huge, throbbing, psychopathic- d!ckhead, is what I actually wanted to say. But I digress, I was too urbane to speak that way.

"And where did you get that wine? You didn't get your poor, sober, old mother a glass as well? Is it a good year?"

"It's just juice, Ma. You know I don't drink. I felt like being fancy, considering the," I motioned to the entire apartment, "special occasion."

"Scarlett, about what happened with Todd-" Mother began.

"Please stop," I said, tears started to burn in my eyes again. "If you really came here to talk about Todd, then you know where the door is. Todd and I are over. Forever. I'm glad he did what he did. We were two different people, anyway.

"It's just that people make mistakes, dear..."

I wanted to rip my hair out. "You're right. People make mistakes. People trip and thrust their unusually small d!ck numerous times into another woman's v#gina all the time!"