“So will the Daddy let you go out and party for your birthday?”
“He’ll let me, but I still have to ask him.”
Tossing his head to flick his long, dark hair out of his eyes, Jack said, suddenly excited, “Let’s get tattoos; I’ve been planning to for a while.” The fact that he didn’t have a tattoo already told Angel that Jack was not as adventurous as he liked to pretend. The truth was that as much as Angel loved him, Jack had had a privileged and protected life. Unlike Angel, he’d never killed anyone or seen a killing. He’d never been knocked around by a bigger boy in foster care or been abandoned by his parents. He’d had it easy.
“Daddy would kill me,” Angel said, shoving his plate away. “Not literally, but you get what I mean.” He could picture it now, bent over Daddy’s knee getting the
