Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Unrequited love sucks.
It’s not like in the movies where the girl finally sees the light, and that’s the worst part. I know women find me appealing, but that doesn’t really matter where the heart’s concerned.
Del.
I think about her way too much.
About our friendship.
Our secrets.
And the day I reached for her hand only to have her jerk it away and shake her head slowly like she knew what she would eventually have to say to me.
“No,” she whispered. “I like you, I really do, King. Maybe in a different life this could have worked, but this has to strictly be business. A transaction we both sign off on in order to keep the peace between the Buratti Family and the Five Families.”
Stunned, I could only look at her and nod my head when everything within me was screaming, “unfair!”
Unfair that everyone around me finds their happy ending.
Unfair that I have to look at someone I’m falling for and tell her to kiss someone else.
It’s all unfair.
It’s fucked.
And still, I put a ring on her finger.
Still, I make promises in my heart and soul, wondering if I’ll even last long enough to know what it’s like to feel again.
Dad sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal.”
I snort. “You’re kidding, right?”
“King.” He swallows then looks down at his folded hands. “The situation is precarious. The Buratti Family has risen in power, and they want in, they’ve made promises and what’s better is they’re some of the best bodyguards I’ve ever seen.”
I frown. “What’s that have to do with anything?”
“We have money,” Dad says. “They have soldiers.”
I fall back against the leather chair. “Are we short on soldiers?”
“After the cleansing of the De Lange line,” Dad says with a shrug, “we lost a lot of people. And not just that. Our family keeps growing, and we need more men to put on the kids. We can’t just pick some random people off the street.”
“So, I’m marrying a girl who doesn’t love me in order to make sure some foot soldier can follow one of my cousins around school and do their Bio homework?”
It makes zero sense.
He’s hiding something.
I lean forward. “Dad?”
He sighs and checks his phone. “She’s here. Be nice. Pour her a glass of wine and try to enjoy it.”
“Sure.” I lick my lips.
That’s like asking someone to enjoy a root canal.
Dad gets up and walks around his desk, then puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Tell me you can do this. Tell me you can not only be my heir but unite the Families. Tell me you won’t rebel… for once in your life.”
I put my hand on his, my words heavy. “I won’t fail.”
“Good.” He nods. “Very good.” His footsteps are heavy across the hardwood floor before I hear the door open and him call over his shoulder. “You have five minutes.”
Five minutes until my life changes forever.
Five minutes to digest the shame that washes over me in panicked waves like I’m drowning in the ocean.
Five minutes to come to the conclusion that I will live forever in a loveless marriage and that the one rule you’re given once you say those vows is to never cheat on the woman you’ve sworn to protect.
And yet I’ll let her do exactly that—because I love her.
In that single moment, I realize… in five minutes, I’ll be celibate for the rest of my life, however long or short that may be.
I’ll never laugh over dinner and hold my biological daughter or son close and wonder if they look more like me or more like her.
Because I can’t. I can’t sleep with her knowing she’s with him.
So if she gets pregnant, everyone wins.
And I get to help raise someone else’s son as if he’s my own.
It’s too heavy to think about.
I want to vomit.
Instead, I stare straight ahead at my dad’s chair, knowing one day I’ll fill it and that my sacrifice is for the greater good of the Five—no Six Families.
It was always going to come down to this, wasn’t it?
I pulled the short straw.
I close my eyes. Inhale. Exhale.
It had to be me.
Because who else could it be?
I had a sudden vision of grabbing the invisible crown off my head and setting it on fire. Instead, I feel its weight. I relish the pain. And I breathe.
I have one minute left.
I stand.
I turn and face the door.
I count my steps.
And I reach for the knob, taking a reassuring breath and whispering, “Time for my engagement party.”
Nobody sees the tear that slides down my cheek before I open the door, just like nobody hears the sound of my heart breaking as it slams against the floor.
I walk out of that room different.
I will never be the same.
If I want to survive.
I can’t be.
I’m King Campisi.
And the cross is almost too much to bear.