Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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I left Lonny in the garage and walked into the house. A few of the guys were downstairs, but I wasn’t interested in talking to any of them. I went upstairs towards my room when I noticed that Mila’s door was kept slightly ajar. I barged in without knocking and found her sitting on her bed, staring out the window with hooded eyes.
She gave a start of surprise when I walked in. “Fuck… you scared me.”
“You scare easily,” I said, walking to her window and leaning against the windowpane.
“What are you doing here?”
“This is my house.”
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“But this is my room.”
“Nothing here is yours,” I said. “Remember that.”
Mila gritted her teeth and said nothing. She couldn’t really look out the window anymore because I was blocking it.
“Devon said you work at a receptionist in some company downtown,” I said, glancing at her.
Mila pushed back the hair from her eyes. “I did.”
“You quit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Walter knew where I worked,” I said. “I wasn’t going to risk going back there.”
“So that’s your plan?” I asked. “You’re just going to change your whole life because of one asshole?”
“One asshole?” Mila repeated. “He’s not just an asshole… he’s a fucking psychopath. That note was written in blood.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then why are you so fucking calm?” she demanded, as if my calm was offending her in some way.
“When you see enough of this shit… it loses its ability to scare you.”
Mila dropped her expression of anger, and once she did, I noticed that it had just been a mask for her fear. “I’ve heard stories,” she said, in a quiet voice. “I’ve heard the men talking and…”
“Yeah?”
“Is it true your father was murdered?”
“It’s true.”
“Devon told me that he died in a turf war and you lost five men.”
I stayed silent, and my silence was her answer. “Were you there?” she asked.
“I was there,” I nodded.
“What do the police do?” she asked. “Don’t they get involved?”
“Usually they do,” I said. “But this is a small town, and the gangs here are powerful. Plus… half the cops here are bought men.”
“What?” Mila said, as her head snapped up.
“The cops,” I said. “Godwin has a couple of ‘friends’ at the station. They protect him, look the other way, and give him information… they do whatever needs to be done.”