Your Soul to Take

As you lay down to sleep; You should pray to the Lord for your soul I will keep.

You will surely die before you awake. For you took a soul that wasn't yours to take.

My father was the consigliere for Salvatore DeSantis, head of the DeSantis Crime Family in Miami. Like the thirty plus other men across the U.S. who were murdered in the ambush heard around the world, my father was also caught in the crossfire. The DeSantis's will avenge their blood. Honor their kin with the blood they shed getting to the truth. But who will avenge my father? He wasn't a made man. Just a confidante. As his only child, it is my job, to tear this city to shreds and bring justice to his life and honor.

Now, I stalk the city at night, unassuming and quiet, looking for breadcrumbs and clues that give me his killer. I will torture, maim and burn my way through Miami until my heart is no longer heavy and my soul stops weeping. I leave a calling card, a sign, my signature at every scene. Proof that I was there and that the life that has been snuffed was retribution and recompense. I know one day my time will come. I don't expect to get out of this alive, but I will have my vengeance.

I didn't expect him. FBI agent Callum Debrieze sauntered into my life like a gust of wind, hellbent on changing my vision. Too bad it is too late. I am in too deep. Now, not only do I have to finish my mission and collect the souls of the guilty, but I have more than just my life at stake.

Is there a way for this to end without my soul also being up for auction? Or will I die by the very same sword as those I have taken?

Should I die; before my mission is complete

I am prepared for the maker, I will meet.