About half an hour later I parked in front of a place that read ‘Uncle Tony’s Barber Shop & Tattoo Art’. Even with a closed sign on the door, dad was inside. We left our helmets by the bike and as the door jingled, Vlad tensed as we got in, as if some energy hit him, I gave his hand a light squeeze and pulled him closer.“Hey, dad! We’re here!” I shouted, happy to see him. And I couldn’t believe my eyes when dad came from the back door and my mouth hung open, seeing those two, greet themselves in a warrior way, eyes sparkling mixed with surprise and insanely cheerful faces. They were like best friends who had gone to separate camps for summer, and now they met again.“Sire!”“Anton!”“Where have you been, Vlad?” Both fell in a hearty laughter. It reminded me of playful boys. Vlad didn’t seem the troubled man from this afternoon, far from it, and Tony was like Tony! The dad I’ve known since forever. He took me in when I needed most, and he had a nice and easy-going personality, aside fr

London UK, the 1870s. “Come on, Baxley, you know how these things work. Don’t give me a hard time. Just sign the papers, you’ll end up with

“You have softened up, my friend! I was right all along,” I chuckled, seeing the hard look on his face. “What happened with the company back then?” I left and burrowed myself away from the world about a month after I lost her.“I had time to learn, Vlad, but I’m no saint either. On the day that girl stumbled inside my shop, trying to run away from some punks, she taught me a lot.” He sighed as remembering the day, then faced me. “And I had a hard time bringing her up. She was hurt beyond repairs.” He cut the conversation once she was back. She will open up to you. We’ll talk about London in a few.“Did you find everything, pumpkin?”“I’m sorry for the mess.” The tiredness in her voice just reminded me it was my fault, and I needed to make it up to her somehow. This Alizandra differed from her past selves, but the softness was there in her eyes, even when she passed by me, wearing defiance in them, as much as concern. She worried about me, despite the anger, and that put my demon at eas

A freezing wind passed over me as I looked at them, dad’s eyes flashed red with a fury I’ve never thought to exist, and Vlad’s glinted golden full of disappointment, and his demon stared back at me, furious. But then, a warm flush engulfed me, and my eyes darkened while hundreds of little blazes ran crazed all over my body, making my skin scorch hot from head to toe, melting all the ice from before.Right there, another man stood facing me. His hair fell in soft waves to his shoulder, still long enough to tie behind his neck. My fingers tickled and had a mind of their own, wanting to touch and feel the softness in those strands, and what to say about his beard, short boxed, giving me the hotties and filling my mind with lewd ideas. And the clothes just added to his wild beauty, even though I couldn’t wait to rip them off him. He was gorgeous. “What are you doing here, you punk!” Tony was the first to speak, pulling me back to earth, but he was the least of my problems.“I’ve never got

She was in the shower for more than an hour already. I wanted to give her some privacy, but my concern and anxiety were getting the best of me. What could she possibly be doing all this time in there? I paced back and forth outside the door. Not even a movement, only the sound of water. I cracked the door open, peeking inside. She sat in the tub, under the shower, legs drawn up to her chest, her arms circling them tight, and her head hidden between her knees. She was the picture of desolation.