Tears threaten to slide down my face, but I refuse to cry. I’m nobody’s victim. I’m sick of being told what to do and where to go and how I’m supposed to act. I despise not knowing what’s going to happen to me. I hate worrying about Samantha because I have zero trust that Alexander Ferrara will k...
Ask maybe wasn’t quite the right word. I had a few new scars from dismantling the TV. I’d get a few more the next time I ran into Alex’s ex. Camp Nou stadium was packed all the way to the nosebleed seats. This was the biggest friendly match we’d played yet in our schedule moving toward the openin...
Cop attention. Maybe some people would call the police in a situation like this, but Tony doesn't want to, and I agree with him. There's nothing that they can do that we can't do ourselves, and plenty that they can try and stop us from doing, when we catch up with that motherfucker. It's killing ...
I have been here since I returned from New York to find that she had suffered a small stroke. She doesn’t do much of anything but sleep now. She’s tired, I can tell. When she speaks, it is slow and takes a lot of effort. I don’t say much to her, just sit with her, lay near her in the bed and watc...