We had only known this world. It had shaped Mel’s provocative attitude, eternally drawn to its gloomy atmosphere. It had shaped my character too: I wasn’t joking when I told Chris that I was used to guys like him. Only Julie seemed to have escaped unscathed, in a way. This was the kind of family we’d been forced to live with. Trafficking in weapons, drugs, p**********n, and very questionable moral values, especially concerning how women are treated.
I only have to cross the threshold to enter The Piston and I land in a parallel world where the only law allowed is theirs. The police aren’t crazy enough to come here, they’d rather stick parking tickets on windshields than risk losing a toe passing through the entrance to this place. This is understandable when a single glance around is retu
