Title: Ceifador X
Series: Prison Saints #1.5
Author: Demi Vice
Genre: Dark/Contemporary Romance
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. Iâd 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 fatherâs 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 Knightâs 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 doesnât 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 SpanishâI thinkâwhen the door wouldnât open.
âItâs lockedâ¦â My voice was tiny.
âHello?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. âYou can open the door. I donât bite.â His voice was cunning as if he had a smile on his face. Or at least, I hoped.
I laughed nervously. âNo, I canât. But you can.â
âWhat?â He was confused until he noticed the three locks on his side of the door. Click. He unlocked the first. âWhyâ¦ why are you locked inside?â he questioned, his words close to one another.
âBecause 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 didnât sound dangerous, not even the slightest.
My stomach plummeted to the ground.
âWhatâs your name, gorgeous?â he asked before turning the last lock.
My cheeks crimsoned, and I introduce myself. âBianca.â
I nodded wildly, and I took a step back, preparing for him to open the door. âWhatâs yours?â
âAntonio. Why are you locked inside?â he asked again, this time hoping for a straight answer.
âIâm 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. âBut itâs not contagious,â I reassured.
âIâm drunk,â he confessed. âAnd itâs 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.
âAre you going to open the door?â
He let out a long, heavy sigh I wished so badly I could feel against my face.
âI shouldnât, shouldnât I, Bianca?â
My heart skipped.
âSay it again,â I begged.
âWhat?â He chuckled uneasily.
âMy name. Say my name again.â It came out bratty.
Antonio said nothing.
âSorry, 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 wasnât enough.
âNo, it wasnâtâ¦ 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.
âWhy 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.
âBecause I try to escape.â
I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me. âI try to leave my room. A lot.â
âBecause I shouldnât be caged, but I have to be.â
Antonio hummed, âWhere do you escape?â
âThe library. Itâs the blue door, in front of the stairs.â
âSo, if I were to open the door, you would try to run?â
I let out one single nervous giggle, âI wonât 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.
âSo, you would try to escape,â he said while laughing.
Not if you come inside.
âAre you going to unlock the door?â I asked again, impatiently.
âNothing good comes from anything thatâs locked,â he hesitated, contemplating his decision to be here.
The truth was, he shouldnât have been here. I shouldâve told him to leave, but I was selfish and wanted the faceless man behind the locked door.
âDangerous 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 didnât 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.
âThatâs not true.â
âOur hearts are behind a cage. Does that make them dangerous?â
If it was possible to hear a smirk, I heard it.
âLike you wouldn't believe. The heart is the most dangerous part of a human, Bianca.â He took another step back. âTalvez vocÃª seja ingÃªnuo e jovem demais para entender.â
That wasnât Spanish.
âWhat language was that?â
âPortuguese. I'm Brazilian.â
âWhat did you say?â
âPerhaps you're too naive and too young to understand.â
His words hit me, hard. I was too much of everything that proved Iâd grown up in a cage.
Too naive and wise.
Too young and dying.
Too caged and lost.
âIâm 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. Sheâs 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.
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