Novel & Cerita Misery Novel

​I poured a glass of whiskey and stared at the framed copy of my debut novel sitting on the shelf. Cara Mia. ​Writing it had been my only lifeline during this hellish year. It was supposed to be a catharsis, a way to process the madness of being a mafia lord’s wife. Every page was stained with the truth of us. I wrote about the way he smelled of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, the way his Italian filtered through his lips like a prayer, and the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in this world worth saving.

Loyalty had been her only code, even when it cost her everything. Even when it cost her Natalie. Her baby girl had been eight when they took her away. Now she was twenty-two, somewhere out there in the world, maybe still angry, maybe not. Meekey had written every year. Birthdays. Christmas. The day she first walked. The day she lost her first tooth. All the moments she missed, she tried to stitch back together with ink on paper. But only one letter had ever come back. "I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing."

I was extremely shaken, so much so that I screamed when I heard footsteps. It was as if I was an animal that was being used for drug testing. They hit me harder when I struggled. The darkness engulfed me and fear consumed me. I kept scratching myself and opened up the knife-cut wounds. That was the only way I could keep myself sane. My painful cries echoed in the room. People were complaining outside that there was a lunatic in a neighborhood. As I slowly got tired from the pain and cries, so much so that I had forgotten about the painful past. How Olivia ran over to flaunt her diamond ring that Brandon had spent a month on designing for her; how he hung up on me when I asked for help…

That’s a little note for my new readers. For old readers, thanking you all for starting this new journey with me and for your support throughout the first book. I hope to see you all supporting me throughout this novel. I love you all and I can’t appreciate you guys any less. ~Here is a little recap of what went down in the first book~ After Missy got married with the city’s most hated man who was termed a beast for his rumored cruelty towards his past wives. She realized there is more to the rumor and more to her marriage as she found out she’s a living image of his first love and the only difference was her age and some little details that only the most observant would notice.

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

The place that once was my rapture, time made it my agony. The memories that were once filled with joy and bliss now haunt me, as time has transformed them into a source of pain and sorrow. The vibrant colors that used to paint my world have faded, leaving behind a desolate landscape of heartache and longing. Every corner, everywhere my eyes land, reminds me of the past. This place was nothing but a house we bought made with bricks and wood. With time, we made it our home.

‘Who were these armed men who’d turn merciless towards his existence? The last time such a tragedy has perspired was when he collided with Simone and discovered a novice underworld. Once his nemesis has turned his true love in a matter of months for which he’d loathed himself as well as self-applauded at his bravery to give his heart to a woman who enjoyed no sport but killing people. This new disaster has begun with his abduction. ‘Was it the call of another mafia lady? Did he hurt another woman indirectly?’ As this dilemma arose, he sat up with a start and called-out glaring at the small window on the top of the left corner, “Anyone here. Can you listen to me? Let me out. What do you want?

I exited his office and returned to mine, feeling defeated. The Newman case files were on my desk, and it was like they were taunting me. In every way, Callie was somehow still there. I hadn't called her in a good month now, but she was still suffocating the little bit of life I had left. Violently I brushed the files off of the desk, watching the papers fly through the air until they landed on the floor. As much as I wanted to forget, the thoughts were almost too captivating. Every time I closed my eyes, as much as I didn't want to, my mind would escape to Callie. ∞∞∞

I know in these situations that if I'm on the ground I'm at a disadvantage. I look around at my surroundings as Melissa walks in and shuts the door. The room I am in is completely bare, only a mattress lay on the floor next to a small lamp. The house is as disgusting inside as it is out. The paint is chipping all around, I can see a ton of holes, as if someone where driving their fist through the wall, and there is rust and cobwebs all around. If this house isn't already condemned, it's on the list to be.