Paolo
I hold Caitlin, but she’s dead weight. There’s no life in her face, in her posture, in anything about her. That flame that’s usually so bright in her is completely out.
If I could go back in time and make a different arrangement with Caitlin West, I would. How I thought I could watch her go down for the crime she committed because I held her brother’s balls in a vise, I can’t imagine.
Nothing ever felt so wrong as when I watched her arrest televised on the news. That photo of her flashed on the screen, the picture of her in handcuffs being led away.
I’m pissed as hell it took so long for my lawyer to get her out.
I will seriously commit murder if I find out she was mistreated in there.
“Come on, doll. Let’s get you out of here,” I tell her.
She lets me maneuver her into the ca
