Semua Bab His Don His Damnation : Bab 1 - Bab 9

KYOLINEHer brain was spinning and racing like a runaway rollercoaster. The note taped on their apartment door that morning roared in her mind. And the big, bold block print, against the white paper, was etched in her mind.The rear office air conditioner was as cold as an arctic blast whipping past her. Or maybe it was fear cooling her veins...Fear of what that sheet of paper did or didn't mean.And fear of what she was going to get herself into at the moment."Are you positive you want to smuggle guns for us, Kyoline?"Fear. Panic. Desperation. They all came crashing through her in rolling waves of the sea, threatening to engulf her under their crushing weight. No. No, she didn't want to do this. But he didn't have to know that. "Sure. Of course." The words spilled out of her lips as she crossed her fingers behind her back.Tenz Jersey, her boyfriend, scanned her. "Is something wrong?"Doubt crept onto his features, and her stomach curled up. She pasted a wide smile on her face and

I was never among the cool girls at school, and that was perfectly fine with me because all I ever wanted was to maintain a low profile and be under the gossips' radar. I wish I were the kind of person who had the ability to just disregard comments like this, but the guffaws of CAT M'NOO and her friends cause a blush of humiliation to come overwhelm me in its waves. I know my mom is basically definitely calling me because she's drunk. She's drunk, or she's stoned, or she's both. And I can't retort anything back at Cat because I so desperately need this job.I attempt to ignore the whispers around me and make my way to the back area. LYDIA is also making her way to the back towards the storeroom, and I trail behind her slowly. She, like almost everyone else, knows that my mom is an escort."I don't think it's anything serious, KYOLINE. Your mother is not feeling well and wants you to come home."She's sick. Which means she's stoned out of her mind. And she's either locked herself out o

It has been all a tragedy in the life of KYOLINE DIEGO since her dad got killed. He was a made man—until he decided to steal from his bosses and got executed and served to the fishes in BRODA CREEK. He paid in blood, while her family was more or less exiled from the KASH MANCHESTER and left to fend for themselves.She was really fortunate to have been able to stay on at her own high school after winning a scholarship. But everything else outside of school changed overnight, other than that. They had to give up the spacious and comfortable home they had and ended up with a small one-bedroom apartment in a run-down building. And money then became an everyday worry.She tries to reassure herself regarding the money by believing that when she gets out of here, she will call TENZ JER'SEY to find out if they need any more staff for the rest of the week. That is, if she ever gets out of here. Because even in trying to keep her thoughts away from worst-case scenarios, panic attacks at her bod

KYOLINE DIEGO could feel the heat of each of ISAAC'S fingers penetrating through her thin sleeve. "Where are we going?" Tension singed the edges of her voice. This was not the way back to his car."To the park.""For why?""For you to play a game of chess.""Wait, what?""I'd like to observe you play. See if you're competent at something other than working for drug dealers and gun runners."KY sucked in a deep breath. This man could actually get a girl's hackles up. "Maybe I don't want to play.""Aw, come on, naturally you do. One game.""No, thank you."His voice grew cold. "Either let me watch you play one game and then I'll let you go, or let's discuss the matter but this time without ice cream and niceties.".KY gulped the anger spreading up her throat. "Play, and you'll release me?" She didn't want any part of the cop station if she could avoid it.He tipped his head in agreement. KY had no idea if he was even lying to her or what he was going to do, but she'd take a game of chess over furt

"It's important," VINCENT DANZA clips. "And the truth? You're one of the few I can trust until I know more." He hesitates for a fraction of a second. "My instincts are telling me the problem is being caused by one of our own."His statement causes ISAAC to waver. When his father was in charge, the KASH MANCHESTER was like a well-oiled machine. It was unheard of to hear of a person going rogue and turning against family. And while VINCENT DANZA's words are ominous, they are hardly surprising. ISAAC has no quarrel that members are doubting him purely because he's younger and still getting his sea legs as Capo, but he was destined for this terrible fate. As much as he does not want to put his foot into New York, he knows he has to put aside his own selfish crap for this."How soon do you need me there?" ISAAC asks with a breath. It's already late here."I'll fly in and get you. I'll have you brought to me," VINCENT DANZA memorizes. "It'll be like the good old days before you decided to w