All Chapters of His Salvation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*** Brooklyn, New York Alessandra The loud music washed over me, euphoria filling every single part of me. Never had I felt more free, more in control of my life than when I was in the throng of sweaty, dancing bodies that were around me. Nothing could ever compare to this moment, the freedom that I longed so much for. Soon, Alessa...It won't be too long until your plans come to fruition... Until I can finally get away from the carnage, the sins of my father and the corrupt standing he beheld. His was a bloody life, one that each and every single one of my siblings and I had been pulled into. A timed existence for so many gunned for our heads. And with good reason after everything that the Rinaldi family has done... "You're spiraling, Alessa! Let's dancee! We'll worry about our fucked up existence tomorrow!" Vittoria shouted above the music, making me chuckle as I wrapped my hands around my little sister. Although there was a two year age difference between us, we were closer t

*** Long Island, New York Alessandra Papa's voice sent a chill down my spine, my eyes turning to find his as he walked through the door and past Mama. Silence reigned within the room, the darkness floating down to engulf us as we prepared for the wrath of his anger that always came. "I agree, Massimo. It seems Alessandra is yet to learn her place in this world. You have failed in that respect, Nova." Uncle Salvatore stated as he followed my father in, his voice chilling my entire body as he turned to my silent mother. For all the fear I beheld when it came to my father's fraternal twin and younger brother, I couldn't help the annoyance that settled over me when he spoke to my mother like that. She seemed to sense my annoyance, her eyes relaying the message that I knew they would. I had to calm down, to remember that I was now in the presence of two of the most dangerous men in our world. I was extremely conscious of the shifted environment, not only because of the change in the

*** Long Island, New York Alessandra "Could the two of you explain to me why the fuck some random asshole is hitting up my phone and begging for a 'copper haired bombshell's' number?! I know you didn't give some random man my phone number, Tori!" Zeno was pissed as he approached us, his words confusing us momentarily before Tori and I shared a knowing look, recalling last night's antics and the love-struck bartender. Chuckles escaped us despite our older brother's glare and threatening step towards the two of us. "Oh come on, big brother. Even you have to admit it's somewhat funny." I urged, wiping the escaped tears from laughing too hard whereas Tori snorts were yet to die down. Zeno rolled his eyes at my words, choosing instead to down his drink rather than respond to me. "I can't believe he actually called you! Are you sure he isn't looking for you, though, big brother? I mean, you do fit the description. Copper hair, bombshell with secret tastes we may not be privy to. I alw

*** Long Island, New York Alessandra I released a long, winded breath as I finally made my way towards the balcony. It would have to be my safe haven, away from all the conversations I would rather avoid and fake congratulations from women and men who wished to be in our shoes. Although I had left Diego to fend for himself amongst the sea of sharks, I knew he would be just fine. He has always been better at handling these situations than I am. The buzz of expensive champagne had began to settle in nicely within me and I welcomed it, anything to numb me and keep me from feeling like I've just been sold at an auction by my own Father. "Can you believe that announcement? Who do they think they're fooling with that whole 'union of our families' BS? We all know Don Massimo is hurrying to marry off Alessandra because she's a whore. I'm shocked Don Felipe Moreno is agreeing to have his son marry that pretentious bitch. Diego deserves so much better than her!" I paused at the threshold o

*** Manhattan, New York Draken The club was alive with activity, brimming with the set mood. Ecstasy saturated the air as did the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, sex and sweat. It was the heady combination that made any party outfit worth the visit. This was the currency of all the night owls, craving a good time and a few hours of inconsequential fun. This is, however, nothing like the wild abandon Moscow has to offer... It was no secret that I missed my home. It was the place that had not only birthed me but made me into the man that I was. Every bit of me, lethal and otherwise, had been shaped right on the hard and ruthless streets of my home and I regretted nothing of the years I had spent there. It had all been necessary, a lesson in the events to come. I valued every experience, brutal or not. It had brought me to this moment, to this new City that I would soon claim as my own with the help of the roots that had already been planted and those that would soon be stemmed j