Table Of ContentBRUTAL VOWS
J.T. GEISSINGER
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CONTENTS
Playlist
1. Rey
2. Spider
3. Rey
4. Spider
5. Rey
6. Rey
7. Spider
8. Rey
9. Spider
10. Rey
11. Spider
12. Rey
13. Rey
14. Spider
15. Rey
16. Spider
17. Rey
18. Rey
19. Spider
20. Rey
21. Rey
22. Spider
23. Rey
24. Spider
25. Rey
26. Rey
27. Spider
28. Rey
29. Spider
30. Rey
31. Rey
32. Spider
33. Rey
34. Rey
35. Spider
36. Rey
37. Rey
38. Rey
39. Spider
40. Rey
41. Rey
42. Rey
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by J.T. Geissinger
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and
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To Jay, my HEA.
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Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
~ William Shakespeare
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PLAYLIST
“Enemy” Imagine Dragons
“Angry Too” Lola Blanc
“Black Widow” Iggy Azalea
“Cold Little Heart” Michael Kiwanuka
“Wicked Games” G-Easy
“Shivers” Ed Sheeran
“Woman” Mumford & Sons
“Fall Into Me” Forest Blakk
“Mrs.” Leon Bridges
“The Joker And The Queen” Ed Sheeran/Taylor Swift
“Him & I” G-Easy & Halsey
“Kings & Queens” Ava Max
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1
REY
T
he weight of memory can sometimes be so heavy,
it’s suffocating.
Take now, for instance. I’m standing across from my
brother’s oak desk in his enormous wood-paneled study,
staring at his face and struggling to breathe around the
invisible hand squeezing my lungs. There’s also a rock in
my throat and a vat of acid churning in my stomach.
All inevitable results whenever the word “marriage” is
mentioned in my presence.
No four-letter curse word could ever be so vile.
Uncomfortable under my stare, Gianni glances down at
the desktop. He fiddles with the edge of the blotter, then
runs a finger under the collar of his white dress shirt.
“Don’t look at me like that. You knew this was coming.
Lili’s of age now.”
“She’s been eighteen for all of two weeks, for fuck’s
sake. And what about college? You promised you’d consider
it.”
He lifts his gaze to meet mine. He has our father’s eyes,
coal black and lifeless. Everyone else finds them—and him
—terrifying.
But my father didn’t scare me, and neither does my
older brother. For that matter, neither does anyone else.
After what I’ve been through, the devil himself could
show up demanding my soul, and I’d tell him to kiss my
sweet ass and fuck off back to hell.
Gianni says, “No, you insisted I consider it. And as usual,
when you got an answer you didn’t like, you ignored it.”
When I only stand there glaring at him, he adds, “I
vetted him. He’s not Enzo.”
At the sound of my late husband’s name, a shudder goes
through me. The acid churning in my stomach sears a
burning path up into my throat.
I stand still for several moments, struggling to regain my
equilibrium. Then, so I don’t start breaking furniture, I
start to pace.
Gianni watches me silently for several moments before
trying a new approach.
“We’ll get territory. Trade routes. Important allies we
desperately need. The match will make us a substantial
amount of money. Tens of millions at least. Potentially
hundreds.”
I mutter, “You sound like a pimp.”
He brushes that off. “Not to mention garner us influence
over the other families. You know how desperate everyone
is to make an alliance with the Mob. If we can pull this off,
I’ll be named capo. The stakes are huge, Rey. We can
secure the family’s position for generations.”
“You keep saying ‘we’ and ‘us.’ I don’t want anything to
do with forcing my niece into slavery.”
