Prologue
PROLOGUE!
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
His soul was dead and empty. His eyes were steel and hid tones of dark secrets I so wanted to unearth.
What was worse, was that he was terribly and deliciously good looking, with dark slicked hair, and a towering height. He was built like a Greek god, but not too muscular. His presence alone screamed mystery and power. He looked like death, maybe he was death after all...a dark and beautiful death. What was so scary, was how beautiful his darkness really was.
He had beautiful flawless skin. He stared at me with those dark murderous eyes. His expression remained still and silent. His jaw was set and he just stood towering above me.
He wore a dark suit, his stance was tall...flawless and I felt myself shrinking away from his stare.
"Get up." He said and l flinched taking a step back.
My hands shook as I struggled to stand.
¿Quién diablos es él?
(Who the fuck is he?)
PREFACE!
My childhood wasn't filled with butterflies, roses and unicorn shit. No, it was the very opposite. It was filled with drugs, guns, conspiracy and death...thousands of deaths.
I was somewhat normal before those bastardos killed my parents. Afterwards, some might even say I turned into a cold and soar perra loca y rudo. Nothing could bring a smile to my face...but you can't blame me. Their deaths broke me.
The same people who brutally and mercilessly murdered my parents might be coming after me as well. The truth is I don't know how long I'll be alive.
¿Sigues commigo? Good, because this thing is wild, trust me. Turn that page if you think you're ready.
(Still with me?)
