Shan R.K

I had two great loves.
The first had the power to weaken me.
The second broke me.
Vincent Stone was my addiction before he turned out to be my disease.
Our love was forbidden, he was my stepbrother.
But that wasn't the worst of it all.
No, you see he was a Made-Man and I was his muse.


INSIDE THE BOOK

How could life tumble in turfs that are unraveling to the human mind?
How can I succumb to this latitude of proportions that takes me to this darkness?
It's breaking me.
I keep believing that the world is whole, that my mind isn't.
It is like my soul is pushing me to this place I can't see, but my heart is taking me somewhere else, to a place where I can't fathom.
How do I see it happening when my very existence is slipping through my fingers?
When I look in the mirror I barely recognize myself.
I am just empty, dying.
I feel that there are days where I want to end it, end this treachery of these unknown parts.
I am scared.
Oh god, help me.
This weight is beating me down, taking me in.
I breathe every second, telling myself I am human, I should feel something, but I can't because every time I think, every time I even consider it he goes and takes more lives.
He says I am his muse, yet all I see in the mirror, all I feel is a monster, a killer.
He kills them in my name, he takes their lives because they took me. He makes me watch, he forces me to accept it.
I know it's wrong, I know I should stop him, but when he touches me something awakens in me that I can't feel unless I am with him.

They say to be strong is to face your weakness, but how do I face him when he is also my strength.

Vincent Stone is a Made-Man and I am a pawn in his game

Love, Hate and Billions is a story about a woman who loved a Capo with everything in her. This suspenseful thriller is packed with twists, thrills, and a storyline that is unique

Love, Hate and Billions

It’s a habit I got from Kevin, he always did it to me growing up, I’m just passing on tradition. Or maybe I did it to him first? Who cares. Tradition is tradition.


My snug covered feet take me down the stairs to open the door. When I reach the last set of steps I see Storm and another Satan Sniper already downstairs’ inside the house surrounded by a mass of College girls.


Kind of hard to ignore when they’re wearing their cuts and bandanas around their necks looking like dirty raunchy sex.


That doesn’t faze me, I've surrounded myself with bikers since I was eight when Diamond invited me to her birthday party at their clubhouse. And over the past year I basically see these guys every weekend.  


Not surprised either to find the jocks staying clear of the two bikers. The bikers are the most lethal men in my house.


Taking slow steps down, I watch in complete amusement at the view I have been gleefully gifted with.


Kylie