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Prologue

Aaaah. Another sunrise. Another day. Another chance. Chance. A chance of doing the shit I have been wondering to do. Its been awhile since I have actually sit down and thought about myself. What I want. What I need not what the others desire or want. This world is actually a cruel world. Where people only think about what benefits them the most and not the whole fucking community.

My head hurts. I put on my robe and left my room. Checking up on the child wrapped up in blue blanket in the bed, I sighed when I found Axwell asleep. He was a deep sleeper, my baby. I went to the kitchen and put on the coffee machine to do its magic. I needed caffeine and I needed it now. My best friend calls it addiction.

People think that being in a position as me is called lucky. I called myself doomed. Two brothers and their only sister. Damn, life was hard. Unfair. Difficult. Life was life. Yes I was loved. I was loved enough and much down to my very core. But its always not enough for a child. A child needs the whole 24/7 attention something my parents were uncapable of giving me. It needs a time, a little time to adjust itself to the surroundings. Something the world didn't allow myself.

A darn baby in its crib. Alone in the darkness. That's my first memory. The little stuff animals hanging from my baby chandelier. The pink panther, the black shiny bear with green eyes. It was beautiful albeit a little dark. Had it not been the soft light the moon offered, my first memory would have been different.

Poof, fast forward to eighteen years, some happy moments and an amount of sad incidents added with just a little amount of courage later, I see myself standing in front of my full length mirror, getting ready for my graduation ceremony. The event was magnanimous. Every one was there. Steven's aunt that lived far off in the mountains and Jacob's australian girlfriend, every one was there. Every single one. I tried to look for someone that came for me, a single person that had some faith in me. I was surprised to see them all. Tears, laughs, hugs, goodbyes.

Goodbyes.

Again skip some five years, I found myself in a white dress. My face covered under a veil. My father and I walked towards him. Him. Ryker Shaw. Cold, heartless and a pretty jock. I tried not to fall for this one. Losing my v-card at the young age of sixteen brought back terrible memories. But I was a young woman willing to take a risk. And so I did. After 17 months of a whirlwind romance he popped the question and today we will be popping the champaigne. Our vows were simple, I promise to stay by you forever. We sealed the deal with a soft peck, full of promises of a bright and happy future.

Axwell came as a surprise after our sixth month anniversary. We didn't know how to react. I was an emotional mess of happy sad nervous and excited. Ryker was shaking. Happening ninth months later, I was gripping the green gown with all my might, squeezing Ryker's hand hard. After some torturous 13 hours, a bloody child was laid over my sweaty body. My child. Our child. Axwell Rames Shaw was perfect, just like his dad and our married life.

Happiness came when we brought Axwell to his nursery for the first time, but with time Ryker got more and more busy. Long nights chipped away at work had made his once beautiful face older. My whole time was spent looking after our son and Ryker, he worked hard enough for us. Just that he refused to tell me what kinda work. Our life went on, with Ryker eventually coming back to his old self spending time with me and bonding with our only offspring. Life was beautifully going towards a beautiful path, or so I thought.

Just two weeks shy of Axwell's fourth birthday IT happened. It changed my life, my views of life, and everything. Held at gunpoint, Ryker shook hard, silently begging me to not come out from my hiding place in the cupboard. He convulsed hard when three bullets made into his chest leaving me and Axwell to muffle our cries. His eyes, they reminded me of the first time we talked. He told me i took his breathe away. And here he was lying motionless in front of me and our son. I saw his face. I can never forget that face. Dominated by a large scar on his left cheek, his exotic green eyes were harsh. Dominic Pablo. I had to take revenge on him. So what if my husband worked in mafia without me knowing, revenge had to be taken. An eye for a fucking eye.

So here I am, five weeks after my husband died. An undercover widow in Brescia, Italy. Waiting to avenge Ryker and Amelia Shaw's lost dreams, brutally murdered hopes and burried future. I, Amelia Shaw, hereby vow to avenge the late Ryker Shaw even if I have to go to hell and back.

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A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR:

Hey guys, its me. Karma. So im back with NOT AN UPDATE FROM 'THE ROAD' but a new book. YES A NEW BOOK. I know I said I would update THE ROAD but its just writer's block or more like writer's cement im going through. I miss my best friend alot and maybe i guess thats why i cant focus on THE ROAD. It brings back memories. I have to put it on hold. For a while. I dont know how long will it take. But here is another piece.

The Undercover Widow is action, a story of a single mother that wants to avenge her son's father and the love of her life. It basically revolves around the lead woman character and her strong willpower and determination.

Its something new, i have never written action. The two books i wrote were TEEN FICTION, they were sweet but this one IM SURE will have spice in it.

So just try it out, because lets just all agree that a strong woman on a mission is sexy as hell. So try it out. Love it, vote for it, comment on it, share it. I hope u like.

UPDATES will be irregular. Because of the life style I have. This year is the most important year for my career so i have to basically put all my focus on my studies, but ill try to update as much as I could. INSHALLAH!

Ill see you soon.

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