Her elusive past didn't worry me,
Her heartbreaking scars never made me cringe,
And her haunting demons only made me a stronger man.
But the day Blake Martin was stolen from me,
I was scared to death.
Prepared to do anything necessary to get her back,
Little did I know it just might cost me my life.
My name is Madden Decker, and this is my story.
PROLOGUE
(“Something I Can Never Have” ~ Nine Inch Nails)
UNKNOWN
The day I turned fourteen, I tortured a man
for the first time. Strung him up naked in one of my dad’s warehouses. Gagged
him so I didn’t have to listen to him scream like the traitorous cunt he was as
I cut off a different body part every ten minutes. Just as I’d watched it be
done numerous times over the past couple of years.
First were his hands and feet, each removed
with a single swing of the new sword my father had given me that morning at
breakfast for my birthday. I remembered how proud he and my uncles were of my
clean, precise form, insisting we all toast with a shot of Baikal vodka after
each strike. The alcohol boosted my confidence and conviction, and by the fifth
time I walked into the seedy back interrogation room, illuminated only by a flickering fluorescent light
hanging in the middle of the cracked ceiling, I felt like The Man
himself—invincible, immortal, and on top of the mafia world.
Another swift swipe of my gold-plated sword,
and the man was no longer a man, anatomically speaking. And when I brought his
pretty bride in to see him one last time, I demonstrated all the ways he would
never enjoy her again, brutally
fucking every hole her body had to offer, all less than a couple feet from him.
His eyelids were stapled open, forcing him to watch as she abandoned their vows
and trembled with release on top of my teenaged cock while I viciously pounded
in and out of her.
Then, as my family members—both blood and sworn by
oath—had their way with her in the next room, I brought my blade to the cockless
bastard’s throat and whispered the words “Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned”
in my native tongue as I sliced him from ear to ear.
The entire warehouse erupted in cheers and applause
as the lowest associates in my father’s brigade rushed in to clean up the
bloody mess before our women and my school friends arrived for the actual
birthday party.
I may have been born into this powerful family by
chance, but I would die in the Brotherhood
by choice.
That was over eighteen years ago, and though I’m now
third in line to rule one of the most powerful organized crime rings in the
world, a lot changes when a boy becomes a man. No longer am I interested in
spending time filleting the scum of the earth or fucking tainted whore pussy.
No. I don’t waste my time on that shit any more. I’m saving my wrath for the
day the man responsible for the murder of my wife and my brother, as well as a
handful of others in my family, stands before me to answer for what he’s done.
And with the Lord above and the Demon below as my
witnesses, I swear once I get my hands on him, Vincent Ricci is going to wish
with every fiber of his being that I was still that fourteen-year-old boy who
didn’t know what it was like to have the most precious thing in the world taken
from him. A boy who didn’t know the fierce agony and mind-controlling rage that
comes along with losing the person you love most.
The boss of the powerful Ricci Family of Chicago may
have been able to evade me and my men for the last two years, but finally, I have
the one thing he desires most of all. The one thing that will make him
vulnerable and careless and irresponsible.
And she is currently
bound to my bed.
Staring down at her as she sleeps soundly, knocked
out from whatever drugs they gave her, I can’t help but notice the resemblance
of her to my Darya.
Porcelain skin. Thick, dark lashes resting peacefully
on her high, prominent cheekbones. Rosy lips so full and lush they beg to be
kissed. I’m almost scared to see her with her eyes open. Will she have those
same blue sapphires that can…
I stand up abruptly from the bedside chair and step
toward the window, peering out at the waves as they lap relentlessly along the
rocky Pacific Coast, laughing at myself for the absurd thoughts. Now is not the
time to think about lashes or lips or eye color. Now is not the time to adulate
over my prisoner—this American Princess,
as they call her.
She is only the means to an end.
Because now
is the time for revenge.
Sometimes you reach a
point where you just can’t take any more — a breaking point, some call it.
The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was
pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a full
magazine’s worth of hollow points firing through the barrel of a
fully-automatic AK-47.
Literally.
I am no longer his American Princess, nor am I his slave.
Now, I’m a murderer in hiding. My name was Bryleigh Carter
Oliveira, and that was my story.
Translucent is one woman's story of breaking free, starting
over, and learning to trust again through willful submission.
AMAZON
Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child.
A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels.
Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire — co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, MILF: Wrong Kind of Love and Spark.
Her titles published include the Book Boyfriend Series, the Dusk ‘Til Dawn Series, Translucent, Conspire — co-authored with SE Hall, Surviving Us, MILF: Wrong Kind of Love and Spark.
Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.
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