SA Collins

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Angels of Mercy - Volume Three: Pietro

Submitted: September 18, 2017

Updated: 18 September, 2017 [Work In Progress – subject to revisions]


Just A Thought …

So you think you know me. 

But let’s examine that, shall we? All you truly know of me is what my brother, Marco, and his boyfriend have told you about me. 

Think about that. Truly let that one sink in.

Would you be satisfied knowing the only way people perceive you is from the mouths of others? Would that satisfy? 

I didn’t think it would, either.

Shouldn’t you get it, as they say, from the horse’s mouth? 

Well, sit tight, I have a whopper of a story to tell. It’s gonna take you where even my brother, with all of his bravado and big man on campus cred, can’t take him.

Make no mistake, my brother is extremely resourceful. I love him so profoundly that nothing is off the table when it comes to protecting him. Even if it comes to protecting him from himself. Given recent events concerning Elliot, I’ve no doubt he’d go the distance this time to protect him – yes, even I see where I went wrong in my prejudice of Elliot – but even my brother has fears that preclude him from going dark. 

But I don’t.

Since we vetted Elliot’s family I’ve been fascinated in what scoping them out has brought me. Imagine my amazement that my brother, Elliot and me each bears an angelic name. Funny that, isn’t it? Elliot’s first name is really Cassiel – the angel of regrets and tears. My brother, Rafael, the arch-angel. It really is all about him. Always has been – even in my family sees him that way. It will always be about Marco.

Then we come to my middle name – Azreal – the angel who sits in judgement. Nonno informed me that the naming at my birth wasn’t happenstance. I was chosen to lead this family before I took my first breath. My Nonno and father watched me. From a very early age it was in my nature to take care of Marco in every way possible.  If I had something to eat, but he didn’t, I provided for him. If he was upset or angry about something, I was there to take care of it. From the moment I could successfully watch over him, I just did it. And I never missed a step with him. Ever.

I’ve learned to take my angelic namesake to heart. No one will come near mine without answering to me. Cross my path, and you will be judged. 

I’ve trained hard over the years to make sure I can handle myself. With what I’ve seen and gone through being a member of this family, I’ve had to grow up quickly. I didn’t have the idyllic childhood Marco had. It wasn’t for me. I knew and accepted this.

As the years move along I now have responsibilities that Marco will never have. It’s simply not his place. I will protect him and this family from anything that threatens it. Elliot’s beating is nothing short of an assault on the family honor. I will bring the boys who did it down. 

And the best part? They won’t see me coming while I do it.

So sit back, get comfortable, because my reach in this family,  nah, into this world is far and wide. I wield power most men will never know. I know I am only eighteen. But, watch out world. 

I’m just getting started.

General Disclaimer
- As I write Fictional Literature with a decidedly queer perspective, I want to make it abundantly clear that I have used imagery of male models that I feel help me convey the vision I have in my head and in my works, but in NO WAY does it imply, construe or insinuate the nature of the male model's proclivities or personal orientation. They are intended merely as a representation as near to I can come to visually describe the men in my works. All copyrights apply to their original content owners (where applicable). I make no such claim.