“I remember this,” I growled, somehow knowing what he was going to do before he even did it, fury building in me as I watched that son of a bitch slip a gold coin from my Father’s hoard in amongst my own. The memory moved on and I was still watching Jenkins, his heart thumping excitedly, hands slick with perspiration and a sick thrill burning through him as my father found the coin and punched me so hard, he knocked me out.
Jesus christ! When darius was 6????
