Becca writes

A slap turned my face away and I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth… my father had slapped me. Well that was seven years ago when I told my father I wanted to become a priest rather than help him take care of his large mafia family. He allowed me to be a priest but disowned me from the Vander family. Seven years later I am seated listening to confession when I see the most beautiful woman walk into the confession room ……the truth is I don’t know if she was the one who led me astray or I went on my own….