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always, his voice is just as beautiful as he is.
    “Hi, Tony, I am. Just tired. Thank you for sending Mr. Perret. He’s very good at his job,” I say.
    “I pay him to be. Listen, I don’t want you there any longer than necessary. Julian says they’ve released you, so go get in the car I have waiting, and meet me back at the club,” he demands.
    “As soon as I talk to the Captain, I’m leaving. I haven’t seen or spoken to him since… a long time ago. He was partners with my dad. I won’t be long,” I promise him. He knows I’m not a fan of the DPD, he just doesn’t know all of the reasons why. No one does.
    “This isn’t healthy for you, baby. I hear how sad you are. Come back to me. I need to see you, and know you’re okay,” he pleads, and I am so confused I don’t even know how to respond.
    “This was my home for a long time – a few of these people were my family. I’ll let them know I’m fine, and then I’m leaving, and I’m never coming back. But I’m not your baby, and never have been. So we’ll discuss it when I get there, okay?” I say, exasperated.
    “No one speaks to me like you do, you know that right?” he asks with amusement.
    “Yeah, well I’m not on your pay roll or afraid of you so, there’s that,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
    “Maybe you should be,” he says darkly, causing me to shiver, something I never do.
    “Maybe I should what?” I ask, suddenly nervous about him.
    “Be afraid of me,” he answers.
    “Do you want me to be? Is that it?”
    “What I want from you scares me, so it sure as fuck should terrify you.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it’s time.”
    Then, before I can dig the hole deeper by asking questions I truly don’t want answers to, the Captain walks in. It’s then I actually fear that when I leave here, it’s with the knowledge that I’ll be back again. Someone is still watching me, I can feel it. And that scares me more than Anthony Gallo.
     
     

 

     
    H aving an office next to the Captain has always had its benefits, and today is no exception. Venessa plans to pacify the Captain, then bail. I overhear her talking to Gallo, and it puts me in a rage, but I don’t know why.  She isn’t mine.  I can’t tell if she’s his, either. It doesn’t really sound like it, but I’m no expert in that shit. Gallo wants her, no doubt.
    You’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to want her in your life in all ways. I’m skimming her file (again) while the Captain is taking his time getting himself prepared. What that female has gone through is unthinkable; it’s almost too much to comprehend. I can’t look at the photos taken of her, then look at her, and not want to take her and run. I live for rules, and I can’t believe a woman that I’ve yet to speak with has me justifying a double homicide. I can’t think at all with her in the next room. She couldn’t just be some random female, either. She had to have connections here, be semi famous in the club scene and genuinely nice. And to top it all off, she’s…beautiful.
    Word’s spread that she’s here and people are dying to see her. I don’t get the impression she’d welcome the attention. After living through that nightmare, I bet being here is killing her. I can’t help but wonder what her first impression of me will be. Probably disgust, with some fear mixed in; I get that a lot. I’ve been rejected my whole life, so I’m used to it. I even expect it, although I really don’t want it from her. She’s important to me for some reason, I can feel it. I’ve never cared about what anyone thought when they laid eyes on me, but just once I wish the guy in the sky could have blessed me, even just a little bit.
    Not only am I feeling sorry for myself, but the thought of her leaving here and meeting with that fucker Gallo has me white knuckling my god damn desk. Just as I’m contemplating rearranging the furniture with my fists, I get a text from the Captain. 5 minutes my