Preface
If I knew then, what I know now, would I change any of it?
No. Not the pace of events and not the way of fate either. Something I didn’t really believe in, which seemed to play a hand in my destiny.
I couldn’t imagine not feeling his hands upon me. Not seeing that look of hunger, of possession, of need in his eyes every time he was near me or in the same room as me. His firm expressions, the power he had over others, hell, over me. That body, those scars, the tattoos, his hidden identity, unknown to a town that would never be the same, they just didn’t know it. Not to me, or those he brought in, squeezed into a community of unknown civilians.
I couldn’t imagine life without him. The palm of his hand pressed up against my breast, his warm, firm lips demanding, pulling, drawing s
