Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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I knew he wanted me. That was evident from the way his eyes traveled over my body as though he wanted to devour me whole. But I had heard the men talk, and even without talk, there could be no denying that Zack was not the kind of man who liked to keep a woman around for any length of time. Not that I wanted to stick around… but I also didn’t want to put myself in the same position I had gotten into with Walter. I didn’t believe Zack would hurt me like that… but I also wasn’t willing to rule out the possibility either. After all, he was just another stranger to me.
I found Devon downstairs with Bones. Bones gave me a nod and then walked out to s
ee to his motorcycle. Devon hung back and followed me into the kitchen.
“Zack told me he was going to be training you from today onwards,” he said.
“That’s right,” I nodded. “I was against it at first, but I’ve changed my mind.”
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Devon didn’t offer an opinion on my change of heart. Instead, he nodded once and turned to leave.
“Devon?” I said, calling out after him.
He stopped at the door and turned his face in my direction.
“What was Dad like?” I asked.
Devon raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know why I would know more than you.”
“You would actually,” I said. “Every time Dad visited me, he talked about you.”
Devon seemed surprised by that. “He did?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I think he was always disappointed I wasn’t a boy. He just spent a lot of time telling me what we could be doing if I had been born a boy.”
Devon snorted in derisive laughter and shook his head. “Trust me, it wouldn’t have made a fucking difference. Dad was a shitty father whether you were a boy or a girl.”
“But you knew him better than I did—”
“Then you’re the luckier one,” Devon said. “He was a loser. He could never hold a job. He would come and visit me just so that he could swindle me out of whatever I had earned that month.”
“Still beats having a drug addict for a mother,” I said. “Loser actually sounds pretty nice in comparison.”
Devon took a few steps towards me. We never really spoke about our mothers. We never really spoke about anything too deep with one another. Our relationship had always been surface deep, and neither one of us had ever tried for more. The realization that Devon was the only family member who had really ever made an attempt to help me made me want to make more of an effort with him.
“How often did she use?” Devon asked.
“Almost every day,” I replied. “She smoked pot a lot, which was manageable. Heroin and cocaine were the nightmare drugs though. She hated to get high alone, so we always had visitors.”
“Men?”
“Mostly,” I nodded.
“Did—”
“Mila!” Red popped his head into the kitchen. “Did you forget about training?”
“Fuck,” I swore, jumping to my feet.
“You better hurry,” Devon said.
I ran behind Red in the direction of the garage. “The garage?” I asked curiously.
“There’s a back addition,” Red told me. “It’s been expanded over the years. It’s actually pretty big now. We all train in there now.”
Red led me through the garage to a door in the back that opened out into a large open space complete with a boxing ring and punching bags.
“Whoa,” I said, already intimidated by the sight.