Heretic
The Clans Book Ten
Iris Sweetwater
Elizabeth Knox
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Prologue
Ivana
Why is it such a big fucking rule that it always has to rain during funerals?
I stand here, reaching out to hold my sister, Galina’s hand as I listen to the preacher drone on and on about our father’s life.
Not that he knows anything about my father’s real— life or his accomplishments.
My father used to be a part of the Clans; a group of elite families that ruled various territories in the mafia. The Romanian Mafia, to be exact. But then he was disgraced when he made the suggestion that we should forgo looking any longer for a woman, rather girl at the time, we couldn’t find, to be our queen, and pick a new ruler. Namely him, who I believe wholeheartedly deserved it.
Our Clan had paid their dues for a long time and had great ideas. He could have done amazing things. But they just didn’t want to hear it because they took offense to what my father had said and banished all of us. Forever.
They replaced us, and because of it, I had lost any future I had with the man that I was sure I was born to love and be cherished by.
Now, as rain pelts down into the river here in Prague, our father is being lowered into a deep grave.
Not that we didn’t see this part coming. He is getting older and has been ill for a long time now, as happens when you live a hard life. And there is no such thing for us other than a hard life now.
Galina and I were determined to give him one last triumph, and we failed.
But whether it be in Heaven, or Hell, or simply the dirt he’s being buried in where my father will remain from this day forward, he will get to see his triumph. I’m fucking determined to make sure he gets th
at.
New grief strikes me, and I’m a bit surprised by it. Galina and I both were preparing for this day for a long time; over a year. That’s what you do when you have a loved one who is ill and aging and in bed. You prepare for the worst every day, knowing that it is coming. You don’t expect to still be so sad or shocked when the time comes. But I guess death is funny like that.
Anger, though, overtakes any sadness that I do have. I’m angry at myself and my sister, which I should be considering a failure, however, I’m also angry at the Clans, at all of those who continue to ruin us and continue to thrive in our ousting so long ago.
Very few are here at my father’s funeral. I have no doubt that it has something to do with the fact that he is no longer a prominent figure in the remaining criminal community as he used to be. I also know that it has a little bit to do with the fact that he was a ruthless man, a man after my own heart, if I do say so myself.
I haven’t always been the most ruthless of women. I have always been ambitious, to say the least. But my ambition is about to change courses and maybe become like my sister’s; the kind that was passed down from my father rather than the crazy obsessiveness that my mother and her genetics gave to me.
Galina and I walk away; no need to say goodbyes out loud. Any goodbyes of ours have already been said at his bedside many times, and to be honest, I don’t believe in goodbyes. I believe in results.
“Ivana, sister, it is time to let go of your fantasy. This fantasy that you have that Phillipe Sala will ever be yours. You lost him long ago the same way that our family lost its dignity. It’s time to get serious about avenging our father, and ourselves, for that matter. We need to avenge what was done to our family, and it is time to put those childish things aside and be the best that we can be.”
I look at my sister, and for the first time, I see a weakness, one that has never been there before. She was always the ruthless one, the bitch, the one with the great big plans. She’s never seemed to feel much of anything, but the one thing that she has is her love for our father. She had loved him in a way that I don’t think anyone, even his own wife, has ever loved him. They were always side-by-side, and she was his successor, and he treated her as such even though she was a woman. And she had to become like a man in woman’s clothing in order to make sure that she was prepared for what was ahead for our family.
“Philippe is dead to me,” I say to her, knowing it to be true. No lies from me anymore on that front. “Believe me, he made his choice to be with an Italian whore; that Carla. So, that’s the end of that. Even this baby in my belly doesn’t seem to have convinced him of anything. He isn’t the man I believed he was if he could fall for a woman like her.” My hand instinctively rubs along my gigantic stomach, knowing that I’m about to give birth to this child that I thought was Philippe’s.
Of course, I was fooled, and it may not be Philippe’s at all. But it isn’t like it matters at all anymore. There is no father that is willing to step up and do this. I will have to do this on my own. Now, I’m going to give birth here in Prague, and my mother and her staff are going to pamper this baby for me so that I can assist my sister, Galina, in her task. And when it’s all said and done, I will come back victorious and raise my daughter the rest of her life to know that she is part of a family of winners.
“Good, I’m glad that you finally see some sense. I let it go for a while there because I knew that you had strong feelings about this and that having Philippe on our side could do amazing things for family. But it’s over. And it’s time you let it go. The Clans are meeting together around next week for another celebration for the Salas’ union. I think we need to come up with a way to infiltrate that party and gain what information we can. You think you can handle this so soon?”
I gaze down at my stomach, knowing that tomorrow is my official induction day. I’m having this baby one way or another tomorrow. It has been inside me too long, and I am anxious to meet her. And it’s dangerous for her to stay there anyway.
I look at my sister and nod. “With all the strength that you have taught me and all the strength that our parents have taught me, I have no doubt that I can be back at it in a week. We would just have to catch a redeye,” I tell her with a grin.
“We’re going to have to be more careful this time, more cunning, more intelligent . . . ” Galina trails off. I know she is right, and I believe we can do it.
“What we need is a place to spy, a place someone might come to us or we might see things happening right there. Things happening without being inside. There may come a time we can go inside a Clan function again, but I think it’s too soon.”
“I agree, I will plan this all out somehow’ you just worry about getting my niece here safely, and then we will begin our revenge.”
Chapter One
Elena
I wear black as always. Black is such a good color for so many things, but is also often the color of grief and mourning. And that is what I’m doing today; I am mourning myself. The life that I would’ve liked to have. The life that I dreamed of when I was a little girl. The life that is mine.
“Elena, dear, are you coming?”
I look to Pavel, my father, who is peeping his head through the door of our cab with a wide grin on his face as if this is the best day of our lives.
My father is not a typical type of man. He has raised me mostly on his own, and he is also a very important figure in the church. And by church, I mean the church. The Catholic church.
Though, everything his life stands for, my existence seems to be the opposite of. He made a mistake, gave into temptation, as many men do. I have heard the story many times, and I can’t help but think that I am being blamed for all of his sins.
The sad part of it all is he honestly believes he’s been raising me to be a perfect daughter. The old man thinks he’s done all these amazing things as a single father, but from my perspective, it is quite different.
And on days like today, I’m reminded that just because he is a good Christian man does not mean that he is a good father and understands what I need or want.
Today, we have been on the plane to Rome. Specifically, we have come on an invitation from a group of people known as the Clans. It’s a pretty ominous name, if you ask me, and also pretentious. Everything I know about the Clans is obviously pretentious. But it is that pretentiousness that makes them the target for whom my father believes might be my future husband.
I’ve never been a part of the Clans, never felt like I would be. I have been sheltered from them and pretty much everything, most of my life.
Or at least my father thinks I have been sheltered.
He should try walking into an all-girls religious boarding school some time to see the shitshow that actually goes on behind closed doors. It’s not pretty, and it’s not all that innocent either.
My father has been determined since the moment he became an honorary member of sorts as the priest to the king and queen of the Clans, outdated titles if you will, that I would somehow become one of them. And the only way that would be possible is if I married into it.
I don’t know what it is about Europe and these elite underground groups, but there seems to be an awful lot of them with antiquated ideals, especially regarding women. I should be used to these ideals considering my very own father is a Roman Catholic priest. But having basically raised myself, don’t tell him that, I have a very different opinion of the world, of life, and of religion. And it does not involve being forced to marry a man that I have never met and will never love.
But I know that today is going to be all about introducing me to the eligible bachelors in the Clans and trying to get me to agree to be with one of them. I just hope that my father is reasonable enough to accept a no if I say so. That there’s something left in him, a good heart, to tell him that his daughter does not deserve a life that’s forced upon me.
I reluctantly slide out of the car and follow him in my all-black mourning attire. He says nothing about i
t and maintains his cheeriness as we walk inside the ritzy hotel where a series of rooms have been blocked out for this event.
This event in particular does interest me, but only for the drama of it all. The Salas’, Carla and Philippe, are celebrating their union, or wedding. Union is the word used, probably to highlight the fact that it is a coming together of two entities that is advantageous to the Clans. To give them more power or some shit like that.
My father tried to explain it a bit to me on the way over so I wasn’t lost when he forced me to make conversation with some man.
But what’s the most interesting is the fact that this is happening a couple months after the fact for the sheer fact that in the middle of their wedding day, the church got bombed.
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