An Eye for an Eye

My husband's first love, Daeleen Reed, is abducted and murdered by the Wood family, a mafia family. The final call she makes before her death is to my husband.

"Samuel, Louise's green eyes are beautiful. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can have a pair of eyes like that so I can always gaze at you with them."

My husband, Samuel Sterling, is the Capo of the Sterling family, a mafia family based on the West Coast. Instead of getting revenge on the Wood family, he comes home and forces me onto an operating table.

"Daeleen says she loved your eyes. That was her dying wish, and I will make it come true."

I clutch my stomach and grovel at his feet. I beg him to let me off the hook. I've yet to witness our child's birth—I can't lose my eyes!

However, Samuel thinks I'm using my pregnancy as an excuse to not give up my eyes.

"You can't be so selfish, Louise. You'll only be losing your eyes—you'll be fine."

Daeleen is the only one who holds his heart. I am left with nothing but a world of darkness.

Later, I drag my broken body into the sea. I forge ahead until I'm submerged. That's when Samuel goes insane.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll.

Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true."

As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

He was the youngest Capo of a mafia family. In just three years, he had led the Sterling family to stand at the pinnacle of all the crime families across the West Coast.

The road to the top was paved with the blood of their enemies. Samuel had survived through countless gunfights and assassinations. For him, killing another person was easier than spreading butter on a piece of toast.

As such, taking another person's eyes was nothing even worth mentioning.

The very person Samuel plucked out the eyes of was me, Louise, his wife, who had stood by him through all sorts of danger time and time again.

Samuel walked over and patted me on the face. My skin trembled, and it pulled at my wounds, making the pain even worse.

I longed for him to comfort me, but all I heard was a cold sneer. "Louise, you're the wife of a Capo. How can you be so weak? It's not like I'm taking your life. I'm just taking your eyes!

"I can't believe you lied to me with pregnancy as an excuse. You know how much I hate