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Being born in the Medici family meant many things. It meant you had a soft spot for crime, an endless thirst for blood, an inclination towards violence and the guts to live up to all of them. It was easy for me because I was born a sick fuck. Ever since I knew myself "The Life" was what I was trained for, but nobody trained me for what was to come after she entered my life. Nobody ever told me that it would be this hard to distinguish my thirst for blood from the urge to own her very soul. For me, they go hand in hand. And maybe it is the same thing, really. I want the power over her that only a connection deep to the f*cking blood is able to assure it. When it comes to her I'm not sure of many things. I'm not sure of what I'm capable, or better said, what my limits are. I thought love was supposed to make you a better person. It only made me more vicious, more cunning, more violent. Love is f*cking twisted.
Chapter 1
