Uncut

Preface

The New York streets were bustling with activity. Night had fallen upon the city, but it was no match for all of the lights throughout.

Out of all the citizens of New York City, we're going to zoom in on a certain one. Remy Matteo, age 23, zooming down the streets in his red lambo with not a care for others.  Why would he, as powerful of a guy as he was?

Remy Matteo was a drug dealer. To make note, his father was the reigning drug lord in NYC.

Tonight was New Years' Eve and Remy's father was throwing a big formal party.

He was dressed in his finest: a tailored suit with diamond cuffs. 

The head drug personnel from across North America would be at this party. And, of course, because he could, Remy was going to pull a dangerous stunt despite his loyalty to his father.

Remy would be selling expensive, yet fatal drugs to powerful men. At the party. 

Why, you might ask? Because Remy was willing to risk everything just to make some more money. He jacked up the prices of his drugs and then added a deadly dose of fentanyl to all of it. 

But, since only drinks were being served (and drugs) at the party that night, he decided to stop for a bite to eat.

More like a fancy-ass steak.

He parked his Lambo and walked into Tanya's steakhouse. 

The beautiful young waitress he met inside couldn't have been more than twenty, but Remy shot his signature smile anyway.

"Hiya, welcome to Tanya's Steakhouse. Table or booth?" The waitress asked, her accent heavily Midwestern. 

"You have a bar?" He prompted, glancing around. 

"Yes, sir." She flushed a shy smile and led him to the bar through the busy restaurant. He followed close enough to her so she would catch the scent of his cologne. 

When he sat down, he immediately placed his order, thanking her by kissing her hand. She walked away giggling, and Remy knew she would tell all of her other young coworkers about it like all women do.

Remy thought that women were simple creatures. They liked handsome men with money in their bank accounts. That's all you needed to get them to fold. 

The young waitress repeatedly came back to his table to check on him, where he found that her name is Piper. 

Remy continued to tease her through his meal. Once he had finished, he left his phone number on the table instead of a tip. 

Unfortunately for Remy, the gods had something else planned for him.

He was fingering his keys in his pockets when he heard the first shot ring out.

Within the next ten seconds, Remy lie on the sidewalk full of bullet holes. 

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At this very moment in the heavens, the three fates were busy at work. The string of Remy Matteo had appeared in the hands of Clotho, the first fate. She was the one who had created him. Clotho passed the string along to Lachesis, the second fate.

Lachesis had decided how long Remy's life was going to be. 

It was now his time to die. 

She passed the string to Atropos. 

Since it was Remy's time to die, Atropos held up her silver shears and cut his string of life.

Well, she tried.

Under the pressure of shears, his string glowed, full of life.

The fates were astonished. Athropos most of all. 

"What. The. Fuck."

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Hey everybody!! Thanks for reading the preface of Uncut. I'm so excited to share this story for y'all. It was born about a year ago in my head (along with a million other story ideas). 

Get ready for the three fates (Clotho - the spinner, Lachesis - the determiner, Atropos - the cutter) and Remy to go on an adventure of love!

PLEASE give me feedback! Good or bad! 

Happy reading, 

     ~Winnie~