Junior
The cops throw me face down and cuff me as soon as they arrive, even though I offer no resistance. I expected this kind of treatment, though. I just didn’t want Desiree or her boy to have to see it.
Cristo, I f****d up.
Big time.
I already wanted to throttle her stronzo ex for what he put her through taking the boy, but when I saw him smash the door into her face, I relished killing him.
But not in front of her. Not in front of the boy. I should’ve pulled back. Or pulled him out of the apartment. I don’t know. I should’ve done something different.
Because now I’m sure I’ve lost Desiree. The horror and condemnation on her face make it clear.
“Well, look here,” one of the two beat cops who showed up drawls. “Driver’s license says this is Santo Tacone, from Chicago. Wouldn’t be
