This Ring Belongs To The Black Hand.

Well, Well,” He Said. “five Days A Week Isn’t Enough Of Me? Had To Give Me An Evening, Too?

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Violence Doesn't Equal Strength.

My Legs Are Falling Asleep,” I Blurted. It Wasn’t A Total Lie. I Was Experiencing Tingling Sensations All Through My Body, Legs Included. “i Could Solve That.” Patch’s Hands Closed On My Hips.

What Little Light Was Left Inside Me Flickered Out.