ront of me. I felt secure, shielded by the protective shell of my car. The three men standing outside, cas

te gang seemed to blend into the same mould. Men concealed behind the cold steel of th

did or you didn't. There was no middle ground. For me, intuition was a capricious companion, at times an adversar

of danger and, as per the man I had encountered just a few hours ago, p

tress balls. These things usually helped me relax, even if just for a little while. But tonigh

like this the e

imes when my mom cared enough and was sober enough to talk about my dad and his ab

e city, surrounded by other shady 'bu

chance that I'd find Shady here, but that didn't mean I couldn't get my questions answered by someone el

e club finally turned around and walked back inside, and I l

n off-brand, cherry-flavored piece of gum that I found inside my cup holder, and it didn'

arlier, and I knew that I probably still smelled like alcohol and sweat, but that was the least of my problems. I doubt anyone in there will care

lipped inside. This place was huge. Way bigger than William's pub, and less...crowded. There were a lot of folks here, but they

ll enough to make my head spin as I ran my eye

ws, Be

at I almost gave myself whiplash. A fairly young-looking guy stood to the right of me and leaned up against the wall as he ran his eyes over

in total, and they were all equally small in size besides the one he was currently eyeing. It was a black skeleton snake th

nd poke of a smiley face on the pad of my big toe too, but I wasn't sure if that cou

ttoos. They seem pointless." The guy

ed. "Tattoos a

id you tattoo them on yourself,

m,

er his face. "They're dope." He paused, glancing around u

N

est that if you don't want to draw attention to yourself, move away from the door."

my teeth

as r

r feet,

ed away from the door, making my way towards the tight crowd around the bar. The music pounding

it. My fingers merely brushed over the top of the bar before

like it was nothing. His hand strangled my wrist so tightly that I couldn't help but let out a painful hiss

yself by killing this man. But, fuck, he was hurting me. "Let me go!" I seethed, playing the p

rick wall with no feelings because he acted as if he couldn't feel my nail

ally released his grip on my arm, and as a result, I stumbled back a few feet. "I should fucking slap you." I let out a

causing my vision to blur

e us, and I continued to stare, my expression blank and as void as the day I was born. He didn't scare me, but I didn't doubt

is your business?" I tilted my head,

u just take my words as a warning and stop sni

ing lot. When my eyes settled on him again, I said, "And look, you're s

to a smile. "You've got some balls on you for coming here

a cautious step away from the Eiffel Towe

two together. I've been around for a while. I remember your father. And it seems

th me." I murmured. "They

ou here? To p

I d

ldn't be here.

aren't I?" I said it

he scowl on his face soft

licking my dry lips. "Or is it Shady?

not

see that." I s

do? You got a death wish or something?" He said the last part in Italian, pivoting around the car beside me. Then, with an annoyed sigh, he caved. "Alrig

before he turned his back to me and s

face and ran my fingers across m

nitely goi