“Sarayev’s men,” she said. “Because I turned him down earlier, I think he was still salty and sent one of the men after me. He tried to slash my face.”
Category Archives: After The End
Episode 002: Three Strikes
“Sarayev’s men,” she said. “Because I turned him down earlier, I think he was still salty and sent one of the men after me. He tried to slash my face.”
Episode 001: A Carnival Mafia
He could leave the situation alone since Xara had handled herself well, but his brain wasn’t exactly wired that way.
It needed an outlet. Retribution. Bloodshed. And it would get it. Soon.
Ready?
Xara jerked away from the person’s hold. They spoke with an accent that sounded distinctively Russian. A gentle Russian. Like if the language was hit with a cloud of setting powder. A man, tall with blond hair past his shoulders and icy blue eyes, waved. “Hallo.” “Can I help you?” she asked. “No, no.” HeContinue reading “Ready?”
To Love and Protect
Larke When I left my job as a federal prosecutor to start my own organization where I worked with private investigators, local police departments, and The Justice Department in order to find missing girls of color, I’d had buckets of fears but no regrets. I’d modeled my mission off that of The Innocence Project, usingContinue reading “To Love and Protect”
The Darkest Knight #15
She wanted to squeal with joy but swallowed her elation, saving it for the rest of the conversation. In her mind, however, a song still played. He’d been loved all along. His mother had been there all along.
The Darkest Knight #14
Giveaway Alert!
The Darkest Knight #13
A fourth carried a modified chair with an insert she knew was meant for Aleksi. There were at least twenty, with more pouring in by the handful.
She glanced at Giorgio’s hand.
It twitched, and then stopped moving.
“Oh no.”
The Darkest Knight #12
The man nodded, continued. “Yes, of course. Miss Bayeux, you have challenged Mo to a fight to the death. Mo, you have accepted.”
The Darkest Knight #11
Helmine’s bony fingers came together on the desktop, her gaze like a laser in Giorgio’s direction. “Your mother was the youngest daughter of the woman my husband swore, one day, he would kill. She was from a little city in Italy called Pozza. Have you ever heard of it?”
