Married to the Mob

My life could be every episode of Cops. Kicked out of the trailer by my stripper mother with an angry drug dealer hot on my trail. I'm outta gas and outta money and stuck in a crap-hole bar too close to the Mexican border. Yeah, nothing could go wrong with this picture. But I've got a plan - hustle money out of the losers at the pool tables or five-finger discount some fat wallets, and then back on the road before anything else in my life implodes. Too late.

Jack's missing, and I'm the only person who can find him. To find Jack, I will have to be willing to enter a world where goodness and faith cannot exist, and sunlight is consumed by the shadows. Where I’ll have to give myself over the cruelty and power and become suspicion itself. And I wonder if my soul is up to the task or if I’ll come back like the very people I’ve been running from my whole life.

Being free from the mob is complicated...but so is loving Jack. Jack and Franki are safe for now, but the Familia isn't the only thing keeping them apart. Our barrier is written as plain as the words tattooed beneath the red and beaten skin, the discoloring that has nothing to do with the bruises, but everything to do with the man. That when I read them have a pit forming in my belly.