Blaise Taylor
The gates to my familiar childhood home opened. Hunter stood by my side holding my hand and gripping it tight once he noticed my hesitation.
My return to the English Mafia would be quiet and uneventful. I was here to be a leader and take charge. To do the job I have always wanted to do.
As Hunter and I trekked in further, people were stopping in recognition of me.
They were shocked, happy, pitiful and angry. I couldn't blame any of them for any reaction they had. I had abandoned them all in a time where they needed direction, where they needed help to heal. I wasn't the leader they deserved, I knew it and they knew it.
Hunter let out a painful groan, reminding me that I was squeezing his hand too tightly in fear.
I loosened my grip but never let go of his hand, and
