Cassandra Many people claim to meet death in person once in their lifetime. But I am currently staring at death in the face. You know your time is up when the Don of DeMarco family visits you. I’ve heard about him from random whispers, from hushed voices of people that don’t dare to speak aloud. Luca, the lord of the underworld, is in my house. And he just killed my brother. I think I’m about to hyperventilate. I look at the blood in my hands, shaking and petrified at the sight in front of me. “No, no,” I whisper, in a daze, as if doing so would turn the hands of time. As if the large slit on my brother’s neck would magically disappear. My eyes are blurred, salty tears flowing down uncontrollably on my cheeks. “Damen, Damen, wake…up,” I whisper for the umpteenth time. I can feel the men watching me, and I briefly wonder why I’m not dead yet. “Take her and tie her to the chair she's next to," Don Luca suddenly says, and I freeze. Tears come in hiccups, despite the gnawing fear tha
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