Category: Women ISBN-10: 1452363943
Type: Fiction
Pages: 200
Copyright: Nov 9, 2010
ISBN-13: 9781452363943
With a tragic slip of a knife, a vendetta is born that can only end in murder.
With a tragic slip of a knife, a vendetta is born that can only end in murder.
Aja Rain was raised in privilege. She has a family that loves her and protects her despite her struggle to make it on her own. After an accident where she nearly castrates her ex-boyfriend, Aja flees to Italy for peace and quiet.
She couldn’t know that he would follow her to Europe; that he would stop at nothing to get his revenge. Aja thought she would be safe and protected with her new friends in Italy.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Excerpt
The interrogation room was grey and cold. Aja sat at a steel table that had a tape recorder on it, a pad of paper, a pencil and a box of tissue. There was a chair across from her waiting for the police officer that would come in and ask her how she could do such a terrible thing.
There was a large mirror across the room. She knew that someone was probably standing on the other side of it, watching and wondering if she was guilty.
“Of course I’m guilty!” She wanted to shout, but kept quiet. She still didn’t know what they thought of her or if what she did could even be classified as self-defence. No man would acquit her.
Jokes would be told about her. Aja almost put her head down on the table, but stopped herself in time. She didn’t want to give anything away.
Aja felt small in the large metal chair, her feet not even reaching the ground. She was resigned to her stature, but sometimes it made her feel like a child and she didn’t want the police to see her that way. She shifted in the chair and scooted forward, trying to lengthen her legs as much as possible, but it was useless.
There was a noise outside the door. Aja snapped her head around and gasped at the pain in her neck. They had taken a lot of pictures when they brought her to the station, focusing on her neck and face. She figured she was going to be a mass of bruises in the morning.
The door opened and a tall, menacing man walked in. He looked very manly; the kind of man who would brag about his size. He’s going to despise me, I can tell.
He sat at the table in front of Aja. “Are you okay, Miss Rain? Aja? May I call you Aja? Can I get you a hot drink or something?”
