“Kent doesn’t use this place anymore,” she says, “but I organized it a while ago. I thought it was better like this than everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he’s got a place to sit.”“He’s lucky to have your help,” I murmur, looking around. “That’s all old famil

The man starts to scream as Kent stands behind him, pressing the sharp edge of the knife to the man’s pinky finger. The scream turns to a howl of horror, of pain, as Kent presses the blade deeper.I’m frozen to the spot, horrified. Though I can feel myself trembling, I can’t move, can’t stop watchin

He gives me a little shake – nothing rough, just enough to try to teach me he’s in control – but I just laugh against his hand, perhaps a little manic now –The fear is still coursing through me, but along with it is something else – adrenaline, maybe – God damnit, was he right? Was my body respond

Well. I cleared my throat and moved my thoughts on to something else.I am less tempted by the enticements of Fiona’s super-feminine lifestyle, I think, because I already had a sister who delved into all of that sort of stuff. Sure, strippers are all about being sexy while being a mafia side piece i

A smile spreads over my face and I resist the urge to throw my arms around him, so thrilled am I. But, I have more questions.“Why?” I ask, a little breathless now. “Why did you do this for me?”Kent leans back against the low wall. “Because I could tell you were miserable, Fay. You might not believ