Maria Montero.

That's where it's all started. When Romano didn't kill her with her husband sixteen years ago.

And now she's out for blood. An eye for an eye, and an ear for an ear, while she's out to get the whole body as a token to calm her raging broken soul.

Her kid is all grown up, and after all these years of teaching him nothing but hatred and revenge for the Montero family, he is amped up ready for war.

And when she finally gets what she wants, things get twisted, mistakes are made and people gradually die. 

And Kalani now has to put on some big girl pants because somebody she once helped escape death is now out to get her family and this time, she's not giving out any second chances because what she loves most is being threaten.

Mr and Mrs Montero

Driving to rescue my daughter was harder than it looked. I don't know whether it was because Kalani was here, and that I believed her trance, or it because I let the boys go alone, but either way, it was nerve-wrecking. We were travelling with Seven and Jacobson, Johnathan and Eva were on the other car. 


"Do you think that are okay?" Kalani asked. 


"They are fine. I promise." I assured her. Truthfully, I didn't believe it. I just said it, hoping my own words could convince me that my kids were okay. I mean, I don't even think they would be able to kill a man, even when faced with death. And this was rather a very big gamble. A gamble that was a 60/40 chance of survival chance. 60% being a chance of loss. 


"They are going to be okay." Kalani whispered, holding my hand, pulling me back to reality. 


"You think so?" I looked at her, trying to smile. 


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