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

The club music I can feel deep in my bones. The bass rattles my bones and makes my head pound, but I love it. It I'd a distraction, but it's on that I welcome. I shot my shot in one gulp and then a second one. I throw my head back and laugh like a teenage girl. The music covers up my laugh, but I keep dancing. My body moves to the fast beat of the music. I can feel hands run up my body and I turn around to see Bradley. 


He saw my drunken wide smile and held out a glass in hand. I chug it without thinking. Bitter. More music. More drinks. I'm losing my vision, and my balance. Bradley holds me up though. Too close for my liking, but then again, I am too drunk to shove him away. 


Chapter Eight