Each time the wood gives way below the metal head, I can’t help but picture it being that fucker Pierson’s neck. God-fucking-damnit, now that one of them knows Layla is here, I’m going to have them both sniffing around whenever they think I’ve turned my back. Men who like to use their good looks to prey on unsuspecting victims. There’s more than enough evidence of the sick shit they do to women unlucky enough to fall into their grasp. Yet, the Pierson brothers have never been charged.
