21
Ricky
A new man meant a new life, and even with the woman I longed for off limits, I couldn’t leave Vegas. Just being near her would have to be enough. I would be the shadow keeping her safe even if she didn’t know I lurked.
Determined to remain on the straight and narrow path I’d chosen, I knew I needed to make things right. Klingon gave me the address I requested, and I found myself knocking on Butcher’s door later that afternoon.
His old lady answered, but didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised to see me standing on their stoop. “Come on in, Ricky. David’s resting in the living room.”
“How’s he doing?” I asked, following her into their home, breathing easier in the AC’s coolness. Vegas might be my new home, but the heat would take some getting used to.
“He’s sore.” She glanced
