Title:
Femme Fatale
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Nov 7, 2014
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They
call me the Femme Fatale.
But only because
they don’t know me.
My job - seduce men
to the climatic point of falling in love with me and then deliver their death
sentence.
I work for my
father’s business. I’m his secret weapon. I’m the
one that gets away with murder.
For years,
I’ve given in to my father’s demands, lived the life of a
mob princess, fell into this merciless realm where he presents me with a man
and one goal – to
kill.
When it’s
to keep the Abbiati name from ruins, I’ll run with the wolves and
protect it fiercely.
However, when he
brings a new name to the table, I know my newest mission could well be the one
that breaks me - Don’t feel, don’t deviate, kill Zane
Maverick.
It should be
simple, but how am I supposed to choose between the man who raised me to be
this heartlessly strong female and the man I could only ever love to
death?
“You’re
fucking insane,” I cuss at him and push him away but his stance is
too heavy, and he doesn’t
budge.
“I know
you, Amelia. I know how you loved him once. You’re so fickle as it
is, why wouldn’t you be fucking him to bide some time. The way you
walk around here like you’re queen bee too, sickens me. You will
never run this place, and soon, everyone will look down on you like me and
Papà do. Everyone sees this strong, beautiful woman, but maybe we
should let them see the real you. The weak victim you hide from
everyone.” He leans in close to me to a suffocating degree.
“What would happen if I were to run this down your face?”
he asks and presents his infamous switchblade. The knife shoots from its hilt,
the light glistening from its metal edge. “I didn’t get you
a gift, but I have a perfect one for you now,” he says and begins to
lower it to my face. “A scar right down your face would be a perfect
reminder to keep you in line. Even Maverick wouldn’t want a butchered
bitch.”
I close my eyes as
I prepare for that piercing bite on my skin, but Giovanni’s weight
suddenly disappears, and I’m left cowering to an empty space. Once I
pry them open, I see why. Bruno has arrived and has Giovanni thrown over the
pool table by the collar of his shirt and blazer.
“You are
one sadistic bastard, Giovanni,” Bruno spits and releases Giovanni
enough to allow him to turn to face his brother. “I knew there was
reason I fucking despised you. If I didn’t have cause before, what I
just witnessed was a real
clincher.”
“Get
the fuck away from me,” Giovanni grunts, straightening his shirt and
jacket back.
That ignites more
hate in my brother. “One day you are going to wake up with your balls
shoved down your throat, Gio.” Bruno terrorizes Giovanni while we all
stand and watch. Bruno towers over our brother when he is riled up, and I have
to admit, that look of fear on Giovanni’s face is too fucking good to
miss. “And I’ll be the one holding the knife. Threaten our
little sister again, and I will make your biggest nightmares come true.
Capisci?”
Clapping resounds
after Bruno’s warning, and we all turn to see our father standing in
the doorway. I sense Giovanni stand up, straightening himself and regaining his
composure.
“I knew
you still had that Abbiati fight still left in you, Figlio
Mio.”
“Cut the
fatherly duty, Salvatore. I am far from your son.” Bruno’s
demeanor doesn’t relinquish its hardened stance. If anything, our
father’s sudden appearance only bristles Bruno furthermore.
“I’m here to celebrate my sister’s birthday, not
tear away psychopaths from permanently scarring her.”
I used to be just
another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my
work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of
people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d
spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me
to publish something!
But
I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to
reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The
Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?
I love writing,
it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I
love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a
dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m
extremely proud of.
As
much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the
plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to
life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my
life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.
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