MONOCHROME MY MADNESS
Author: A. Giannoccaro
Series: Colour Series, Book 2 ~ Standalone Novels
Genres: Dark Romance | Romantic Suspense | Erotica
~ SYNOPSIS ~
“If you love something, kill it. Before it kills you.”
I am a villain, a monster and am here with a plan to execute. She is not part of my plan. She is poison and she is going to kill me.
I will let her, because my broken black heart beats with love for her.
~ Callum
Death follows me like a shadow creeping silently after me, tethered to my blackened soul. I am cursed to carry it with me everywhere I go. It is never far away from me, and I am perfectly happy with that. The dark shadow of death keeps me alive in this rotten fucking world.
Light through the grey shadow changes everything. It changes me.
He took my madness and broke me. I am going to kill him.
~ Shannon
Are you ready to love and let die with Callum and Shannon?
***Exceprt from Monochrome My Madness – Unedited and subject to
change. Copyright © A.Giannoccaro 2015***
★★★ Not
suitable for readers under 18 and may contain triggers ★★★
A prologue to
the madness
Callum
There was a time
before this time my demons were too much to bear.
My head is pounding and my mouth feels
like I ate a bowl of cotton wool for dinner. As I pull my naked self up
on the couch, I can see the carnage of my night all over the
apartment. The glass coffee table that should be in front of me is shattered
into a million tiny pieces on my carpet that is now blood stained. I look at my
hands and I just know. I swallow the dryness in my mouth and stand slowly
my bare feet crunch and slice open on the glass. I don’t feel the cuts and
splinters because my mind is racing full speed to what will await me when I
find the person I brought home last night.
Why do beautiful girls seek me
out? Do they not sense the danger? I thought girls had a sixth sense about
these things?
The morning sun fills the room as a soft
breeze blows in off the bay and through the open balcony doors. I can see the
one glass door is shattered and the light is fractured as it shines through the
cracked pane. The ocean air is cleansing and fresh in my lungs, and it eases
some of the heat that sweats out of my naked skin.
I slowly step over the debris that litters
my home and the dread becomes worse. I stop when I find my cell phone on the
passage floor and type a text to Rowan.
Come now.
I know whatever I find will not be good,
the absolute destruction around me is worse than I have ever seen before. What
have I done?
I step over woman’s underwear that is
shredded into pieces as I walk down the dim passageway into the
aftermath of my actions. I step over more glass and the contents of a ladies' handbag,
her lipstick, tampons and credit cards scattered across the white tile floor of
the passage. Every step I get closer to facing the reality of what I did. Again. I
step on her key chain and pain shoots up my leg. Fuck me that hurts. I kick the
offending keys out the way they skitter across the floor and land against the
wall.
My phone vibrates in my hand, I don’t look
at it, I know it is Rowan with a slew of curse words and a message that he is
on the way. Again.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest
and my hands are shaking, this has to be the worst I have ever woken up to. I
see theblood spatter on the wall outside of the guest bathroom and the
first flashback crashes into my pounding head and consumes me.
My hands on her throat, as
I slammed into her against that wall, her head hitting it over and over. I
raped her sinful little body. The wailing cries that escaped her as she begged
me, pleaded with me stop. I didn’t stop abusing her body or her mind.
The blood smeared down the wall as she sank to the floor and sobbed before
I dragged her to my room by her arm.
I cannot control it when this happens.
Sweat beads down my chest as it heaves with apprehension at what I am going to
see in my room. What I did? This blind rage towards woman, the lack
of focus and the fact that I lose touch with reality completely is making me worry
for the first time ever. I know I have something wrong with me, but no
idea what or how to fix it. I am fucked up, broken and useless. I need help!
Where the hell is Rowan, he needs to get here.
I slowly push the door of my bedroom
completely open and brace myself for what I will see. I blink my eyes closed
and open them slowly to take in what the monster within me has done – this
time.
Draped across my white bedcovers that are
now spattered and soaked with blood is the body of a beautiful young
woman. She isn’t moving and I instantly run to see if she is alive. Please
tell me I haven’t murdered her. I don’t want to start killing them. I just hurt
them, hurting them helps. It fixes me. She is facing down in
the sheets and her back, thighs and ass are a bloodied mess where I
took to them with my belt. Her hands are still bound behind her back with a
cable tie and the blood has dried where it has ripped into her delicate skin.
I try to breathe in and out, but
it feels impossible the smell of blood is ripe in the air. I roll her limp body
over so that I can see the face I have destroyed. She is unrecognizable my
fists have melted her face into a mass of bruised broken flesh. I am
sick, I did this and I don’t even remember it all. I feel her neck for
a pulse, it is there, but so weak I can barely feel it. I sit on the
edge of the bed hangmy head in shame and try to forget that this is what I
do. Over and over, I hurt these women I need help I need to stop.
I hear the front door slam closed, thank
God, Rowan is here. “Callum” he yells to find me. I cannot answer I
know he can see the carnage as he walks through my home.
“Callum what the fuck!” I hear him yelling
again. I just sit there naked, ashamed and completely fucking broken. I can
hear him mumbling at someone on the phone. Cleaners, he will get them to clean,
but what can I do with her. She is never going to be the same.This one
cannot walk away and try to forget.
When he does eventually enter my room, he
ignores me. The girl is his first stop I watch as he checks her pulse and
shakes his head. He looks at me with that look, the look that says I have
disappointed him again. Then pulls out his silenced gun and shoots her in the
head that I smashed in over and over again. She is gone in second, he doesn’t
even flinch or blink, she is just another number to him.
“I am not letting her live like a
vegetable you fucker! Get dressed! We need to talk.” Rowan spits his words out
glaring at me his anger is just a simmer he can control it so well. I
cannot.
I take a shower and wash the dead girl’s
blood off my body, I can hear the shuffles and gasps of the cleaners outside
the bathroom door as I try to wash away the evidence of my madness. The water
can clean my body, but my mind is so dirty I don’t even want to think.
I find Rowan in my kitchen barking at the
men he uses to clean up after a kill, he is usually a lot less messy and this
is a big job to fix. He eyes me with the blue eyes that have a hell behind
them and shakes his head. “Callum, this is the last time. That in there, that
was too far. What is going on? You cannot do this forever! Someone will catch
you.” I run a hand over my beard and try to think what caused it, I don’t have
an answer, I never do, it just happens.
“I have someone coming over to help you.
She is a doctor, well a shrink; she is also a customer of mine so she knows
what kind of people we are. You will listen, you will talk and you will do
whatever she fucking says or I will end this. I will end you with a fucking
bullet Callum. Rape is filthy fucking crime I want nothing to do with. Are we
fucking clear?” Rowans deep voice bellows through the hollow kitchen and
vibrates in my ears, he doesn’t make threats if he says he will kill
me, he will.
I met Dr Janet that afternoon. She saved
me from self-destruction; she fixed me, not all the way, but a little. I never
had to call Rowan to clean up anymore. I still lost it, but never all the way.
The pills and the therapy keep me from madness. Dr Janet made me into a
controlled monster that could learn to run an evil empire and plot and scheme
and plan.
***
Now after eighteen years I am home, no Dr
Janet, no medication and a plan to end every single person that shares my
filthy dirty criminal blood. I am here to take what is mine.
There is madness in me again and I need to
set it free.
~ COLOUR SERIES ~
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I live in South Africa with my husband, two daughters, five dogs, two meerkats and a parrot. I love to read usually about three books a week, and my kindle(s) are my favourite gadget. Colour My Ugly is my first book but there are so many more to come.
I am a coffee addict and I hate purple sweets.
I love to write next to an open window. And my desk is wherever my kids are at so I don't write in one place.
I am inspired by everything around me and I love to people watch wherever I go.
I love the beauty and flaws of my country and chose to set my stories here.
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