“Who was that,” I ask no one, “She was…”
I blink through the fog I’m in and look down at my digital camera. My hands quickly move, faster then they have ever before, and I look through the gallery to the final pictures. There in the filled up storage are six pictures, half of them blurry, but one good one of the princess I just saw. I zoom in to frame the woman on the screen and feel the same warmth in my chest as before. Her smile makes me smile back just as brightly and I can’t help but describe her out loud:
Jennie Kim, a seasoned idol from JYP, is making her debut outside of Korea. In an effort to advertise her new English album and first staring film, her new management team, YG Media, has set her up with modeling's most talked about photographer: Lalisa Manoban.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“And why shouldn’t I,” the cartel leader sneers, “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”
“Well you see, just like their daddy left them an empire. So, did mine,” I finish with a wolfly grin, “The only thing is, my empire is a bit more off the radar.”
Armenta opens his mouth then snaps it shut. I watch as he stares intently at his outstretched hand. Slowly, one by one, each of his men do the same. They stare down at their own drawn hands with wide eyes and sweaty foreheads. I grin as Armenta looks up at me. I can see the panic and shock swirling in his mud-colored eyes. I run my hand through my hair and count to ten in my head.
“And unlike their daddy,” I continue, “Mine didn’t do things the legal way.”
There were three things I was sure of the moment we crossed into Mexico:
First, no one will ever lay a hand on my mother. Not El Chino. Not El Alacran. Not even myself. She has suffered enough for a lifetime and my mother deserves to be protected and loved, just as she cared for me.
Second, El Chino is El Chino. He is not my father, never has acted like one. I will not look for him, no matter how much my mother begs me to do so. I will not get us involved with that man for that life is in the past where it belongs, and this new life has no place for him or any of the misfortune he brings.
And lastly, my only lover is and forever will be my music.
The girl that took my breath away with just one glance.
The girl that ultimately would take my heart and never return it.
The girl I’m running from now.
“The Greeks and Romans, every region worldwide actually, has their religions based on the seasons. It makes sense; seasons are the first thing humans adapted to when they first began. Well, the ancient ancestors of the Greeks, had most of the stories correct. There are many Gods, and there are even more sub Gods and demigods. Most of the things you know about Greek mythology is correct. Now, you should know that without sacrifices, prayers and overall respect towards a god, they lose the power they have over their respective rule."
In an effort to escape the clutches of the Luthor name, Lena Luthor trades one life for another.
Note: Chapters up to Chapter 8 have been rewritten, edited, or had pieces added to them, as of 21/01/2019.