Author: admin

My memories of my mother are of a bright, laughing woman, hair as red as mine – how could she – My mother? A mafia mistress? Me, the daughter of a don? Suddenly there’s a piece of paper from my face. I take it from Kent’s hand with shaking hands and see the confirmation there….

“Dad,” I plead, wrapping my hands in the lapels of his pajamas. “Please, dad, tell me what you know.” “It doesn’t matter who your biological dad is, Fay,” he says, looking down at me seriously. “It never has. I’m your father.” “Who is he, Dad?” I press. He narrows my eyes at me. “What do…

Soon, there’s a knock at the door. “Off you go, my dear,” the woman says, giving me a little push in the right direction. I nod my thanks to her – I didn’t even get her name – as a guard comes to take me downstairs. When we reaching the landing a floor below, he…

Kent snaps his head to his second and nods to the girl in front of him. Then, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room. Behind him, Kent can hear Fay’s protest as his second heaves her over his shoulder in a fireman carry and then quickly follows Kent. “What? Hey!” she…

My ideal lover would be a guy who is not in a hurry to get laid, loves literature and books, and is polite. My sister says that such men are extinct in the 21st century. She accused me of always daydreaming about nerd stuff, which is why I still haven’t cashed in my v-card. I…

Kent sits down on a chair in front of him, wordless, waiting for the guards to leave. “So,” Sven says, closing his file. “I’m surprised you had the balls to come to my turn for a negotiation, Lippert. It’s brave.” The public didn’t know it, but Warden Sven not only runs this prison, but leverages…

I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Kent’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and focus. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the…

“Yes?” I say, drawing my brows together, getting a little angry. “What’s wrong with that!?” “Fay!” she says, leaning forward and laughing. “Come on, don’t you want a guy who gets your blood running a little bit? Not someone who gives you a little peck on the cheek, but who throws you down, makes you…

“Janeen’s sister, right?” “Yes?” “She got sick,” he says. “She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says, “she won’t want…