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And it was October 30, the night before Halloween. Devil’s Night.
Three years ago, curious little Erika Fane wanted to play with the boys, so we indulged her, and she betrayed us.
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
“Run all you want, Little Monster,” he said, sounding like a threat. “We’re faster.”
“When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”
Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and everything she was.
She’s a force now, and it won’t be long before she’s brave enough to demand what she wants. If you don’t give it to her, she’ll find someone else who will.” I turned my head, peering over at him. “I don’t need your warnings. I don’t lose.” “That wasn’t a warning,” he shot back, not taking his eyes off her. “That was a threat.”
