Uturn: Consequences of Pleasure, 11

When wealth and power transfer into darkness

SASHA

In another life, beyond the threat of the Gambini’s or of Harris finding out the truth about Seymore and I….the truth about our son, Mario, I was a dancer. No, that’s only skims it. I was a professional choreographer, trained in New York and Paris. I am disciplined in many forms of dance from hip hop, ballet, tap, latin, and have even been introduced to dragon and lion dances of the Chinese culture.

Before all of this madness, I had dreams, goals that I wanted to reach and which did not include being in a mafia drama alongside being in love with my husband’s best friend slash enemy.

I never understood the relationship between Harris and Seymore, an intangible aura of testosterone that was both electrifying and terrifying to witness at times. Both were alpha males and as it goes, were always looking to best the other in nearly every arena. There were often some form of tension between the two ranging from one, which was totally playful banter to ten, where blood being drawn was a very real possibility. It had been ranging in between seven to nine for the last year and a half and the shit was getting quite exhausting.

How had I gotten myself caught up in this love triangle? Was I attempting to find something lacking in my marriage to…