Title:
Femme Fatale Reloaded (Pericolo
#2)
Author:
Kirsty-Anne
Still
Release
Date: March 13, 2015
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I used to be
fearful. I used to be admired. I used to be the Femme
Fatale.
Until I
fell.
I fell from my
status, from the pedestal I had been placed, and I fell in love.
And
that’s where it all went
wrong.
I once thrived on
one motto – Don’t feel, don’t deviate,
kill.
Now,
I thrive on betrayal, a reminder never to trust my heart, and the need to be
Femme Fatale Reloaded.
It’s time
I got myself back to the place I most belong – a cherished, yearned
for secret weapon.
However, when a
ghost from my past walks into my life again, pledging to be an Abbiati, my life
turns upside down all over again.
My biggest problem
was never the kill, but the thrill of the chase. Apparently, love is the most
dangerous game I can ever play, and my life is about to spiral out of
control.
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“Hey,”
Enzo’s soothing voice travels towards me. “What’s
got you bolting away?”
“Everything,”
I admit feebly, and I rub the back of my hand over my face to rid the tears.
“There is no going back from this now, Enzo. There’s no way
to save me. This is me set for life now, you know that,
right?”
“It’s
not,” he states, and even as I nod, he sticks to his word.
“There is going to be something that will give you some sort of faith
back.” He offers me such a sincere look, and I wish that was enough
to move the pessimism I live with. “I don’t know when, but
it will.”
“I’m
too far gone to be saved,” I murmur as shame fills me up, drowning
me. “I don’t even deserve it, Enzo. What I’ve
done...” I don’t finish, just shake my head in dismay and
feel that disappointment in myself take over. It wraps itself around me, and I
feel like I’m suffocating within its tight squeeze. “It
makes me more like Giovanni than anything. I don’t want to be like
him.”
“A
monster wouldn’t be sorry,” Enzo says and I look at him.
“Monsters don’t feel, don’t care, and
don’t repent.”
His words trigger a
spell of nostalgia. Zane reminded once that I was never the monster I thought I
was. He believed in me, fought for my own self-worth, and built me up
– only to tear me down. After all, the day Zane broke my heart and
ended round two was the day I ceased to properly exist. But I never lost the
belief that somewhere within me was a beacon of hope. A prospect of salvation.
A likelihood of rescue. Now, I struggle even to smile. What hope do I have to
dream of a better outlook?
“You are
not a monster,” he states again, this time with ample conviction
lacing his every word.
“You
don’t know what I’ve done,” I defy him, dropping
my gaze. “I am not the same sister that left.”
“I
wouldn’t expect you to be her.” He grants me the chance to
be damaged without a second glance of regret. Enzo accepts that will have
changed, that I’m not the girl I was, but he looks at me with a
heated demeanour. I feel a swirl of serenity come to live within me as I look
back up. Enzo isn’t giving up on me and I see that all over his face.
“I wish I had saved you. I wished we could have done more to find
you, but Papà made sure you were nowhere to be found when really you
were right under our noses. Amelia, I would have been there in a heartbeat, but
the one time we got there, you weren’t around and nor was anything
that would tie you to our Amalfi Coast
home.”
“You came
for me?” I ask, trying not to sound so
horrified.
“Of
course we did,” Enzo says, placing his arms around me to draw me in a
hug. “Amelia, we have been at loggerheads with Papà and
Giovanni to get you back with us. Our family isn’t complete without
you.”
His hug tightens
tenfold, and I enjoy the suffocating hold he has on me. I relish it, holding on
tighter and falling hard against him, enjoying the sweet scent of his cologne.
Enzo makes me feel safe and calm. He makes me feel sanity take control again.
It’s for this reason that he is and always will be my father
figure.
“I’ve
missed you so much, Lia,” he whispers, kissing my hair. “I
knew I would get you back damaged, and I know I still have no idea how bad you
are, but I will never stop fighting for
you.”
I used to be just
another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my
work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of
people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d
spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me
to publish something!
But I’m
glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my
ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper
Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it
hits?
I love writing,
it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I
love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a
dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m
extremely proud of.
As much as I
complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that
attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most
inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my
life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.
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