Mirabella's Pov
Darkness is still paramount, and yet, I am awake—wide eyed awake.
The calendar says Wednesday, the time reads 5am, the birds sing a beautiful morning song, and my heart sings a dangerous song.
Torture is my forte.
I say I have no heart, and yet, when I’m tasked with the duty to torture offenders, I feel that dead organ of mine palpitating ridiculously.
I love the thrill, and the mess.
It’s a convoluted joke, comical to think that I was not even born this way, hell I was not brought up to find thrill whenever I watch life completely disappear from someone’s eyes.
The world made me into this. My marriage to the Denaro name made me into a monster. And I appreciate it, I find it so very satisfying.
“Boss, we’ve arrived.”
My thoughts are roused from their fog by the har
