Dear John,
We were doomed from the start…
Those were the last words I left Felice “John” Maggio. I knew they were true from the beginning.
The first time I saw him was through a haze of blood. He walked into my hospital room like he was the one who could heal me. He had sensed that not all wounds can be seen—my sense of security had been shattered.
Despite the warnings from my mind, my heart decided to trust him.
I should have listened. The warnings became symbolic, like rain and a broken mirror on a wedding day. Still, I did something I never should have.
I fell in love with a gangster. And after I ran, he followed, just like the unbreakable promise I’d made him.
Felice
Blurred lines and gray areas were specialties of mine, but any vow I took was sacred. So when Roma Corvo repeated the words “till death do us part,” nothing in this world could break that vow. Not even her.
Stalk Me