Title: Ceifador X
Series: Prison Saints #1.5
Series: Prison Saints #1.5
Author: Demi Vice
Genre: Dark/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2019
Release Date: August 13, 2019
Feared like death, worshipped like light;
He was my breath, and I was poisoned at first sight.
Just as the earth was round, I, Bianca Di Vaio, have always been sick. Iâ€™d spent most of my life confined in my room, secluded in my mansion, and off-limits to all the men who worked for my father, the kingpin of Manhattan.
Then one night, I heard his voice.
Antonio Castillo talked like desire but looked like death; dressed in all black wearing a metal skull for a face. He was the deadliest man at my fatherâ€™s disposal. The Knight who earned the name, Grim Reaper.
Have you ever heard the story about a caged young girl who met her knight in broken armor?
Ceifador X ends with a cliff hanger and will continue in The Knightâ€™s Rose. This book contains steamy, graphic and taboo material between an older man and a younger girl that might be offensive for some.
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Knockâ€¦ knock knockâ€¦ knock.
The playful patterned echoed throughout my room. The man doesnâ€™t seem like a monster. I took a step closer to the door. Or a demon. I took another step. Or anything unholy. The space between myself and the door no longer existed.
My eyes dropped to the wiggling door handle. The man said something in Spanishâ€”I thinkâ€”when the door wouldnâ€™t open.
â€œItâ€™s lockedâ€¦â€ My voice was tiny.
â€œHello?â€ The mystery man’s voice was thick and full of another world outside of the mansion, New York, or America.
Silence filled the void between us until he cleared his throat. â€œYou can open the door. I donâ€™t bite.â€ His voice was cunning as if he had a smile on his face. Or at least, I hoped.
I laughed nervously. â€œNo, I canâ€™t. But you can.â€
â€œWhat?â€ He was confused until he noticed the three locks on his side of the door. Click. He unlocked the first. â€œWhyâ€¦ why are you locked inside?â€ he questioned, his words close to one another.
â€œBecause unlike you, I bite,â€ I joked. Probably not the best time, but he laughed. A sound so rich and thrilling it made my head rush.
This man didnâ€™t sound dangerous, not even the slightest.
My stomach plummeted to the ground.
â€œWhatâ€™s your name, gorgeous?â€ he asked before turning the last lock.
My cheeks crimsoned, and I introduce myself. â€œBianca.â€
I nodded wildly, and I took a step back, preparing for him to open the door. â€œWhatâ€™s yours?â€
â€œAntonio. Why are you locked inside?â€ he asked again, this time hoping for a straight answer.
â€œIâ€™m sick,â€ I confessed, playing with the drawstring of my baby pink plaid pajama pants which were far too large for me even in the smallest size they came in. â€œBut itâ€™s not contagious,â€ I reassured.
â€œIâ€™m drunk,â€ he confessed. â€œAnd itâ€™s contagiousâ€¦ when you have a bottle.â€
I smiled so hard I thought my face was going to split in two. No wonder his words were a little put together.
â€œAre you going to open the door?â€
He let out a long, heavy sigh I wished so badly I could feel against my face.
â€œI shouldnâ€™t, shouldnâ€™t I, Bianca?â€
My heart skipped.
â€œSay it again,â€ I begged.
â€œWhat?â€ He chuckled uneasily.
â€œMy name. Say my name again.â€ It came out bratty.
Antonio said nothing.
â€œSorry, sorry. I guess that was weird. Sorry.â€ I cringed at my behavior.
That’s what I got for my little to no people skills. I never thought before I spoke or acted. I took another step back from the door, from the man behind it, feeling like we needed space. Because apparently, the door between us wasnâ€™t enough.
â€œNo, it wasnâ€™tâ€¦ Bianca.â€ He spoke my name like it was made for his lips, leaving my cheeks rosy and red.
I bit the tip of my tongue and glared at the doorknob.
Just one more click, I thought.
â€œWhy are you locked inside?â€ Antonio asked, again.
I was going to give him the same answer as before until I thought about the question.
â€œBecause I try to escape.â€
I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me. â€œI try to leave my room. A lot.â€
â€œBecause I shouldnâ€™t be caged, but I have to be.â€
Antonio hummed, â€œWhere do you escape?â€
â€œThe library. Itâ€™s the blue door, in front of the stairs.â€
â€œSo, if I were to open the door, you would try to run?â€
I let out one single nervous giggle, â€œI wonâ€™t get far.â€
Antonio unleashed a soulful laugh I immediately recorded in my head for one of my bad days when I needed a pick me up.
â€œSo, you would try to escape,â€ he said while laughing.
Not if you come inside.
â€œAre you going to unlock the door?â€ I asked again, impatiently.
â€œNothing good comes from anything thatâ€™s locked,â€ he hesitated, contemplating his decision to be here.
The truth was, he shouldnâ€™t have been here. I shouldâ€™ve told him to leave, but I was selfish and wanted the faceless man behind the locked door.
â€œDangerous things lie behind locked doors and cages, Bianca,â€ his tone, dark.
I heard Antonio take a step back, and I quickly moved forward. I didnâ€™t want him to leave. I wanted the last click, the turn of the handle, and the eyes of a man my father claimed to be evil.
â€œThatâ€™s not true.â€
â€œOur hearts are behind a cage. Does that make them dangerous?â€
If it was possible to hear a smirk, I heard it.
â€œLike you wouldn’t believe. The heart is the most dangerous part of a human, Bianca.â€ He took another step back. â€œTalvez vocÃª seja ingÃªnuo e jovem demais para entender.â€
That wasnâ€™t Spanish.
â€œWhat language was that?â€
â€œPortuguese. I’m Brazilian.â€
â€œWhat did you say?â€
â€œPerhaps you’re too naive and too young to understand.â€
His words hit me, hard. I was too much of everything that proved Iâ€™d grown up in a cage.
Too naive and wise.
Too young and dying.
Too caged and lost.
â€œIâ€™m not dangerous, Antonio. I promise you.â€
Demi Vice lives in the windy city of Chicago and is a graphic designer by day and a romance writer by night. Sheâ€™s hopelessly consumed by new ideas involving flawed characters who border between good or bad, heroes or villains, saints or sinners, and deserve happily-ever-after endings.
She enjoys reading Edgar Allan Poe, cooking medium-rare steaks, and trying to relax by doing yoga and drinking green tea.