As I fall into the routines of the Lippert house I’m surprised to find that I’m quickly bored by them. Life at my home with David and Janeen was also boring – but they’re just normal people. A little of me, I think, expected everyday gang life to be more exciting.It’s not that the house is empty, r
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
We drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into sight. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their peeks. “Oh!” I say, completely charm
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
I’m alone in the back seat of the black sedan that takes me to dinner at my father’s house. I look up at the grey stone mansion and grimace, not looking forward to this. I know that there should probably be some curiosity in me, some desire to know more about my family and my heritage. But honestly
“And this,” Alden says, gesturing towards the children, “Is my son Romulus and my daughter Estrella. Your…ah. Your half siblings, I suppose.” He runs a hand awkwardly through his hair.I smile at Romulus, who looks up at me with excited eyes. He’s the picture of his mother, really – dark hair, delic
Willingly, I follow Jerome and my other guard out of the room and into the hall. The three of us scurry towards the door, guilt roiling in me to be the cause of so much strife. Before I step out the door, though, I hear a little voice call out behind me.“Wait!” it says.I turn to see Romulus runnin
I fall back against my pillows then, tears slipping down my cheeks. I know it’s not my fault – I was just a little kid – but I feel absolutely rotten. I must have broken his heart into a million pieces. My door creeks open again and I see Daniel’s dark head peak in. “Fay?” he asks, hesitating. “Are