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If I didn’t get out now, he would be the death of me

At one point, I thought the stories about these guys were exaggerated, but what I’d seen with my oo eyes over the past months told me those stories had been, in fact, watered down

They were ani

Everybody had limits But, for a price, for The Disciples, there was no liruesouy ore a dainty silver crucifix around his neck, I figured he would have been worrying about saving his soul

He wasn’t

In the tih to save the house and pay offto coh that I didn’t have to dirty myself anymore

When I started, it was an adrenaline rush A reminder of who I used to be I don’t knohat happened, but some time in, I realized I wasn’t that saed, and I had to ad in pulling the plug on Chaos

One look at Roam told me why

I didn’t want to be him I didn’t want the shadows in his eyes I sure as hell didn’t need whatever lurked inside hisHe was so desensitized to his brutal life that the coldblooded randfather of three was just another day at the office

This cold, haunted man… I could have become him And that scared the shit out of me

Roam stood fro back at , “The fuck you are”

My sigh was purely internal

I wasn’t surprised I kneas co to script

Roalass of whisky, then another, and when he returned, he placed a glass in front of e disrespect, and you did not disrespect a guy who had your head in a vice I lifted the glass and sipped Whisky wasn’t lass held some expensive shit