Nancy Callahan Sin City Novels & Stories

Her skin is soft against my calloused fingers. "What did you say?" I growl. She just stares for a moment before slapping my hand away. She takes a step back and starts to turn away, but I grip her arm, keeping her pulled against me. She looks at me with those big, innocent, blue eyes, her full, red lips pursed in question. "Run away, gattina," before I fuck you on this bar, I add in my head. I let go, and watch as she disappears back into the crowd, but I know I will find her again. I need to.