Sometimes in life, things aren’t what you think they are. Most believe they are free. I wasn’t. He wasn’t. I think we secretly knew this as well. However, we were both too stubborn to admit anything…. To most, we couldn’t be more different from one another. For us, it was different. We both knew how secretly alike we were, and that would be the end for us both. 

I had to get out. Pa’ and myself were in danger. All cuz’ of who I am and what I did. I messed everything up. Non, all we needed was a new start. Or that’s what Pa’ says to me. I doan believe it. I fucked up. I always would. 

I am no different than he is. I hide it better than him. To everyone I am perfect. There is not a single flaw one could point out for me.   It is only when I am alone that my mind can’t block out the memories. All of the pain and tragedy floods in. Block it out Aria! Can you block out all of their deaths as well? My mind can be dangerous, but I can be as well. 

Two people could not be more different, but also could not be more secretly alike. Derek is a man who fled from his home, desperate to escape his horrid past. A life full of despair, pain, and tragedy. His father wanted nothing more than to give his son a life that he deserved, but Derek just will not agree. He is out to find out who he is, truly. 

Aria is the girl everyone wants to be. She is rich, lives in a huge house, and the entire town adores her and her mother. Without knowing what the future holds, will money cover Aria's dark and twisted path? Could Derek and Aria help to mend each other? Or will their past consume them for good? When Aria's mother throws a party and invites the town, will this be the start of a romance? Or a tragedy?

NEFARIOUS: A GANG ROMANCE

 When Rosa and I arrived at the party I instantly felt something was different. Rosa and I both seemed to be sniffing the air. Something smelled divine! I followed my nose to the smell which was leading inside the party. When I got to the source of the smell my mouth watered. Food! Not the usual ones that are present in these parties, but home meal type of food! I could not believe my eyes. 


 The dish was full of colors and all kinds of delicious ingredients. I could smell each one of them. I looked up to see a man with a spoon in hand. I tilted my head curiously. He looked very southern. Not from here? I didn't know we had non-natives here. His sun kissed skin was well aged. His hair was dark like walnuts. How strange. When I walked and grabbed a plate. I skipped all of the boring food and headed straight to the man, eager to devour whatever he had made. 


Chapter Seven