Searching for Redemption

By Stacy Parker

WARNING This book should be read by age 18+ for use of language, violence, and  Sexual content

 

Ares, God of war, is on a mission in the city of New York, to find the source of a brewing gang war.  This mission leads him, not only to the Roberto crime family but also to the beautiful Alma Roberto, who leaves Ares spellbound.  Working with her brother to take out the rival gang, ensures Ares is constantly close to Alma; being close to Alma means being unable to fight his feelings for her.  Ares finds himself falling for Alma but he can only stay as long as there is a war.  Once the war is over, Ares has to leave without a pregnant Alma. 

 

Twenty-two years later and the product of that union is trapped in a crime family he feels no sense of brotherhood with. He makes a conscious choice to sever ties with the family but to do that, he must destroy the man who taught him everything he knows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stacy Parker
• Release date: Nov 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393317647

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Searching for Redemption

Stacy Parker

Published by Stacy Parker, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

SEARCHING FOR REDEMPTION

First edition. November 8, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Stacy Parker.

Written by Stacy Parker.

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Silly humans

Ares walked through the streets of New York, an economic hub in the United States of America and indeed, the world, turning his nose up at every human he passed by which happened to be a lot.

Of course, as he walked, most of them had the sense to give way for him. He stood at a commanding height of 6ft.6", he was heavily built; his biceps bulged and his broad chest threatened to tear open the shirt he had on, his ink-black hair was tied up in a messy bun behind his head, exposing a sharp jaw-line, thin lips, a roman nose, intense, dark eyes and full, finely-arched brows. He would have passed for handsome, if a thin scar didn’t run down his cheek from the arch of his brow. He knew he made an intimidating form whenever he was on earth, but he honestly couldn’t help it. he was the god of war for a reason. He wasn’t supposed to fit in with these people. He saw the way they stared at him when they walked by, it was one of the reasons why he had a permanent scowl on, so that nobody thought he was approachable.

He had been on earth for about two days now, and he was damn near sick of it. If he didn’t have some business here, he would have long returned to Olympus, his home. However, he was drawn to New York City. Being the god of war meant that Ares was to blame for so many human wars over the years. He had had many he was proud of, but he had particularly found delight in the first and second world wars. They had been different from the others; humans had become technologically savvy, they had fought with bombs and guns. Nothing made his heart swell with pride more than thoughts of the chaos and destruction that had trailed those wars....since then though; he hadn’t had the kind of wars he wished for. There were small invasions of countries here and there, but those were no wars; still, he was drawn to violence. That was what had brought him to New York

See, not only was New York an economic hub, but it also had more than its own fair share of crime, and it created a breeding ground for all forms of violent activities...things which brought a smile upon Ares’ otherwise frowning face. Crime meant guns; crime meant killings, crime meant blood. There were turf wars, power plays, betrayals. No other part of the world served it hotter than New York did and it was the reason Ares had found himself here.

He planned to stay for as long as the wars remained at the present tempo. It had increased drastically in the last year, the City was pretty much under siege, but there were no formal declarations of such. The war was being fought underground. It was no World War, but it certainly sufficed.

He found himself standing in front of a restaurant in downtown New York. It was no ordinary restaurant though. No, he could feel the animosity from within- the tension. Promises of violence covered the entire place. It was just what he needed.

He opened the door and stepped into the fancy restaurant, almost snickering at how fancy it was, as opposed to the level of rot within. Typical. Humans always shrouded their evil actions with aesthetic beauty.

The restaurant was almost empty, which was quite odd considering the time of day. He walked to the closest chair, his eyes scanning the area. The people who soiled this place were nowhere in plain sight. Of course, they usually performed their business within the establishments. They had secret rooms for these things.

He took a seat, paying no attention to the staff, who all regarded him with apprehension. He was at a table for almost five minutes, waiting to be attended to by staff who were far too cowardly to approach. While he admitted that he looked intimidating, surely, it wasn’t so bad that these people wouldn’t approach him. Wasn’t it their job to do so? Weren’t there humans who