I have shed everything-my purpose, my like, my soul.

Death knocks on my door. I want to answer, but every time I grab the handle, the promise I made her brings me back.

So I breathe. I live. I hate. And I permit the anger to boil under the surface of a perfectly indifferent façade.

We am broken, and I don’t want to be fixed.

One last trip to NY, one last opportunity to redeem a dropped area of the Mafia family. The Empire is normally crumbling, and it’s my job to repair it. It’s my work to fix the pieces which were dispersed over thirty years ago.

But the only way to fix it is to do something I swore I’d never do again: an arranged relationship.

This time, I will not fall. Or so help me God, I’ll destroy her myself.

I am Sergio Abandonato. You think you know my pain, my struggling, my anger, my hate.

You do not know.

I actually am the Mafia. I am the darkness.

Blood in. No out.