INICIAR SESIÓNBeggar
“71..higher, 72…73...” Ever heard the saying you can take a horse to the water but you can't make it drink? Spade doesn't believe in that saying. I know because he told me over and over and over again. Whenever I'm tired, he pushes. When I can do no more, he forces. Spade believes I'm only a human and if he's there he can sure as fuck make me do it. “81, 82, keep thoseSiennaI want to continue arguing. I wanna say that we at least had a fight. But Killer has other plans. He wants to leave, and to be honest, I have to go. We’ve been here for three days. Three days longer than we had to stay. We’ve been around every Satan Sniper’s Clubhouse across the States. We’ve been to New York, Los Angeles. Our places to stay are dwindling, and fast. We both know they’re coming for us. Not just the Frankfurt’s. Not just…“Okay,” I say. “Looks like that’s that. Awesome. I’ll go.”“Fine. Let’s go.”After an intense yet grueling, long, annoyingly silent drive, we get to the airport. My red hair matches my fake identity perfectly, so we get through the check in with no problems and an hour later hop on the plane.I get seated next to a flighty. It’s surprisingly very nice. Since I was exactly that eight weeks ago. But with Killer as my plus one there’s no such thing as, ‘needing a moment’ or ‘afraid of flying.’ I believe the word flighty isn’t even a thing.I can se
Sienna He stares at me for a long time. I don’t know if he’s contemplating what he should say, or just thinking about how much he hates me, or what the hell he was thinking when he married me, or whatever goes on in that mentality of his.“Sienna,” he says my name again. This time, at least, he doesn’t call me Taylor. “What did you do?” he asks the question, but we both know it’s more of a statement than a question, because he knows what I did. He knows who I went to see.“I asked Aliyana for help.”“What kind of help?” he inquires, leaning against the wall.My gosh, when did he become so hot? Well, he was always hot, but now I just see something so dangerous about him. It brings out something in me, something I thought was dead. Fuck, fuck, fuck.“I actually don’t know what I asked her for, but Marco and I are going to have a conversation about it tomorrow, just before we go. And then we can decide what we want to do.”He frowns at me. “What
Sienna I keep thinking he’ll change, but he won’t. He doesn’t look at me like I mean something, like I matter to him. He just doesn’t.I want him to want me. I’m his wife. Why won’t he want me?The thought of it makes me angry, but the reality of it is the words we don’t say. It’s created a wall so high non of us can climb over. Yet every time we stand five feet apart I wonder. How does a man who has spent his life-saving people get over the fact that his wife was born from the bloodshed of those innocents?I never admitted who I am, who I was. I always thought it was easier to ignore it—to ignore my past, where I came from, what happened. But these days, when I look at him, when I’m around him, I can’t.I cannot ignore it anymore.I observe him have a conversation with his brother as I’ve done these last weeks. There’s no lightness in his eyes. You’d think that after all the years of faking emotion, you’d become so
Killer Hours– she’s barely left my sight for three of them and I’m already looking for exit points, WEAPONS, anything I can use to make a bomb. Call me a fuck tard but she makes my head pain, my ball sack heavy and something deadly in me come alive. My pocket vibrates and I slide my device out of it. Michael’s name flashes on the screen. “You have an issue or is it another curtsy?” “I found Zasha down by a diner next to a mart store near New Orleans. Figured you’d wanna know before you hit the Dead zone. You guys decide where you headed? Ma said Kaleb’s in a fuss. Was thinking arranging something more stable for the little man once I’m done with this merger.” “Nothing more stable than with his MA. Unless you with ours. We’ll head out soon, but I need you to do something for me. Can you set up a call with someone for me?” “Sure. Send me the deets. Hear from Kylie? She’s back home barely a week and I hear sh
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Sienna Confrontation usually requires elevated emotions by at least one party disagreeing with the other. “I didn’t agree to it; you presumed I would agree, and as you have proven these last seven weeks, have no idea what I would do and proceeded to make your own choice. Without consulting me again.” I know, my hand is on my hip, my eyes are prickly and my pointy little finger is doing the wiggly again. But for fuck’s sake, why can’t the goddamn man communicate. You swear we are living in an ice age.“You sure you don’t want my help?” Killer asks, putting the book down on the small table next to him. He has that ‘I don’t care enough but I can see you’re suffering’ stare, and gosh, do I want him to help. But not with this. If he helps now, then the entire ‘I can do it on my own speech’ was in vain. The lengthy two-and-a-half-hour argument was all for nothing. “You said find the Frankfurt’s, you said, ‘get you a new identity,’ and you said I should choose. I chose. Now, what’s the pr
ZeroWe start walking, the other girl following behind Falon, until we stop where I parked my bike. The cops are already stationed, ushering people out of the way, so they can close the doors. No one gets in or out.I pull the girls to my bike, hearing the roars of my brother’s bikes coming up the
Zero Apparently, Molly just upped and left. With the help of the club and Rounder’s mother Haze, Falon turned out pretty good. I stop my bike outside Lazers. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes and cheap perfume pollute the air in high quantities. The rave music coming from Lazers is outweighin
Zero I speed up the incline at seventy miles per hour, my bike is killing it. The smell of burning rubber is doing no justice to the actual heat my Harley’s taking. If the cops flashed me now, I'd be fucked. Not only did I leave my license back at the room we’re staying in, but the club has no jur
Beggar You'd think I went through hell to survive on the street. Truth is, us homeless folks are all trying to survive. We spend more time fighting against nature and saving our strength until our next meal than we do fighting each other. Not to say that I have a clean slate or it's all peachy.







