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Judge
As autumn turns to early winter, I work hard. I throw my mind and my body into my work. I think: if I can work hard enough, if I can end each day so tired that I can barely stand, if I can make my body ache with the pain of it and my eyelids heavy, then I will not think about her.
The main bulk of our work over this period is protection and gun running. These are the most dangerous gigs, but they’re also the most profitable. As the streets of the Cove turn to ice and snow coats the roof of the club, the Satan’s Martyrs make more money than ever before. Money practically pours in through the doors. And at the end of each day I collapse into the office bed and close my eyes and will myself to think of nothing.
And each time, I think of her, her, her. She leaps into my mind and s
