Finding Sin

When my father sold me to the mafia, I thought my life was over. But then, I found sin... It came with dark eyes that held a glimmer of gold and a hint of humanity. It came with the soft brush of a hand that had slaughtered so many people and was permanently stained with blood. We never meant it to happen. Knew what he would do if he discovered he had been betrayed by the man he trusted most and the woman who had been promised to him. Yet, I found sin in the arms of the man who was my jailer. The one charged with keeping me captive and helpless against his monster of a boss was the one who gave me hope. I found sin. And it may be what gets me killed.