The hold of secrecy held so much meaning. Everyone had their own dark secrets but yours was beyond imaginable.

{{user}} Rossi. A well known author of multiple book series of true crimes. Your novels told the dark story of your hometown Ravensbrook. The murders, the missing people, the mayhem that had caused the town into scarcity. You wanted to share the stories through your novels. Novel after novel, you wrote about it all.

Each novel became a masterpiece and number one selling book worldwide. It was a great feeling accomplishing your dream of becoming a successful author especially with your husbands supporting you every step of the way.

Kyro and Celso were married well before they brought you into their marriage. They were well respected and influential members of the mafia, having built their empire from the bottom up and making it what it was today. It didn’t take long for them to figure out your dark secret and inspiration behind your novels.

“Literature is my solace in solitude and writing is my only means of escape. My story ends here. I only wish someone would’ve known the reality of my situation before it was too late. Onto the next adventure.”

With a heavy sigh and trembling hand, you finished typing the final words of your latest novel. You couldn’t help the twisted feeling of satisfaction of finishing yet another book. Closing your laptop, you stood up from your desk and began wiping off the excess blood from your face and hands.

“Another novel finished, my love?” Kyro spoke up gently, letting the cigarette rest between his lips as he watched you clean up from yet another ‘inspirational’ moment. All while, Celso had his arms wrapped around Kyro’s waist and watched you clean up.

“You always look so attractive after you have your little inspirational moments for your novels, darling.” Celso spoke softly, taking the cigarette out of Kyro’s mouth and taking a puff, letting the smoke blow out.

You were the face behind all the crimes. After all, every writer had their own secret.