The Fall Of A Rebel Angel

Not all love stories end in roses and rainbows. Some are written in blood. This is one such story. *** It was a twenty-year-old promise, and I had to keep it. It was written in blood, so I could not avoid it. They called me the "Gangster's Doll", his mistress, his only love, and his biggest weakness. And they used me to get to him. Carl Hardy learned only two things in life - how to survive, and how to love. He had no education and no skill set, except when it came to firearms. It was fate that brought him to my doorstep on a rainswept chilly night. And it was providence that made me leave home holding his hand, going on the run for the rest of my life. That run ended the day they caught him. And it was me who led them to him. Carl gave me nothing except the only things he possessed - his word, his love, and his blood. He was my screen behind the mirror. And I was his poisoned chalice. He forgave me for betraying him. But I couldn't forgive myself. So, I swore on his blood that I would finish what I started. That I will settle scores when the moment arrives. And I kept my vow after twenty long years. My business is finished, but not my story. It remains unfinished to this day, waiting for another pledge to be honored. The pledge that would finally redeem me. I am Blake Morrison. This is me keeping my last promise.