Those Boys Are Trouble (Valetti Crime Family)

by Willow Winters

There are givers and takers in this world. I’m a giver, always have been. I know the givers have to set the limits, because the takers have none.

Shards of glass cut deeper than rope, and that healed. A sickness grows in my gut; it’s not the physical pain that causes the terrors and anxiety. It’s the memory of when the pain happened. I won’t let them haunt me. I can’t. I can’t go back to being useless, all at the mercy of a memory.