All Chapters of His silent vow : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

My name is Elena Rossi and I sell my hands for a living.That is not a joke. It is the truth of my life. I do not sell my body. I do not sell my heart. I sell my hands because my hands are the only part of me that people will pay for without asking questions. My hands speak when other people cannot. My hands translate silence into words and words into silence. For ten years my hands have been my job and my grief and my only way to survive.I learned to sign when I was seven years old. I learned because my little brother Marco was born deaf and the world was too loud for him and too quiet for me. I learned because my mother said that if I loved him I would learn his language. I learned because I wanted to be the one person in the house who understood him when he cried in the night.Marco is gone now. He died in a car accident when I was nineteen and the world has been quieter ever since. I still sign when I am alone. I still sign when I think of him. I still sign when I am afraid becau

The hospital said my mother was dying. The hospital said I owed eighty four thousand dollars. The hospital was lying about one of those things.I did not remember the car ride to the hospital. I remembered Dante hand on my back. I remembered the cold air hitting my face when we walked outside. I remembered the black car that was waiting at the curb like it had been waiting for us all night. I did not remember getting in. I did not remember giving the driver the address. I did not remember crying.I remembered Dante sitting beside me in silence. He did not try to talk to me. He did not try to sign to me. He just sat there and let me fall apart without asking me to explain myself. That was the kindest thing anyone had done for me in a long time.When we arrived at the hospital the nurses at the front desk looked up and went pale. They did not look pale because of me. They looked pale because of him. Dante walked in like he owned the building. He did not ask for directions. He did not as

The FBI wanted me to betray the man who saved my mother. And the worst part was that I was starting to want to say yes.Agent Rachel Hayes stood in front of me with a small black device in her hand. It was no bigger than a button. It was the kind of device that could record every word and every sign and every secret. She held it out like it was a gift. She said this was my only chance to be free.I backed away until my back hit the whiteboard. My hands were shaking. I said I did not want to wear a wire. I said I was not a criminal. I said I was just an interpreter. I said I had done nothing wrong.Agent Hayes did not look sympathetic. She looked tired. She looked like a woman who had been chasing Dante Moretti for a long time and who was tired of losing. She said Elena you do not understand. Dante Moretti is not a businessman. He is the head of the most dangerous family in Chicago. He has ordered murders. He has ordered beatings. He has made men disappear. And now he has bought you.I

The woman inside the bag was talking to a man who could not hear her and she knew it.That was what frightened me most. Agent Hayes had not asked for Dante to listen. She had asked for me to repeat. She had built her trap around the one fact that only a few people in Chicago knew. The Don could not hear his own enemies. He needed a pair of ears and a pair of hands and she had just taken both and placed them in the same hallway.Dante looked at my face he had not heard a single word but he could read the shape of my fear. He lifted his hands and signed a question what is she saying.I did not want to answer my hands felt stiff and clumsy. But the green light kept glowing and the static kept breathing and I understood that I had a choice to make in that hallway. I could lie with my hands and lose him or I could tell him everything and perhaps keep him.I signed it all, i signed that she had greeted him,i signed that she had said she was glad I made it home safely. I signed that she had