Page 2 of Sins and Virtue

Too bad she was out there and I was locked up in here, or else I would scour the Earth, take her on the spot, and make her my wife.

Hmm, that would seem like a nice life.

Allowing my eyes to rest and letting my defenses fall, drowsiness seeped in for the night as thunder echoed, followed by the droplets of rain that tapped against the window.

The illusion of what could have been played in my mind, and the daydream of me and that pretty little nun standing in front of the Eiffel Tower commenced.

Everything was just fine until the noises of strangling and struggling between one or more people

Probably just a misbehaving inmate or something.

“Inmate, wake up.” A strange voice called out— one I haven’t heard before— from the outside of the cell, hitting the rails with a baton. Echoing incessantly loud and being bothersome.

That wasn’t common. For as long as I have been inside here, I have learned the names of all the guards, officers, nurses, and wardens.

“You have mail,” she added monotonously.

Mail? There was no mail for me. No one has sought me out in years.

A thud reverberated off the floor loudly, as it seemed she had dropped it off.

“Today the fates have played in your favor if you choose correctly, Volkov.” Her prognostic message foretold something crucial.

Intrigue ate at my frontal cortex.

The Fates were a devious trio that dealt the cards they wanted to.

What did she mean by that?

I rose up, my legs hanging over the edge as I looked down at the cemented floor, seeing a metallic square-shaped chip. Jumping off the bed immediately as it caught my attention.

“Wait—” My gaze went to the opposite side of the room, but there was no one there, only darkness. The officer disappeared without a trace in sight.

“What the fuck?” I sighed, my brows hitched together at this mystery.

Was I hallucinating after all this time? Had I finally lost my shit?

You’re not crazy. You just have me.Hemocked.

“Now is not the time for jokes, Dya.”

Whatever, you prude asshole. Open up that thing now.

I clicked my teeth, annoyed by the fact I was already picking up the strange device and doing so.

Examining it as it appeared to be some type of hardware rather than advanced technological material. I flipped it over, thumbed it, and wondered how to turn it on.

Accidentally clicking on a button that didn’t seem to be there before.

“Hello, Konstantin Volkov,” a deceptive feminine voice emanated from the tool. A hologram of a masked woman posed in a chair appeared before my eyes. Dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive one-shoulder blush-colored evening gown, which naturally was covered in diamonds and lace. Her long chocolate hair contouring her pale face matched the intensity of her eyes. The eyes that look like they went to hell.

The unexpected interaction made me drop the device, and I hurried to pick it back up.

“Who are you?” My question offset the interaction.

“Don’t you know? The girl who survived death.”

My eyes widened at the mention. Of course I know; who didn’t? Her name ripped from the edges of my tongue, as I had some reservations about uttering such a thing. “Aleskandra Reina De La Rossa. Queen of the Underworld.” More than that, she was the daughter of the most deranged criminal: Luciano Rossi. The man who massacred all the capos from each mafia because they killed his mother.