Samme cassel “Brother, stay away from her, it will only bring misfortune for me business,”says Damm relentlessly."She… she is important to me."She is my wife, I think, though I don't say it.Saying it will make me weak.But it is.Damn it, of course it is!"Get away from her and get on with the damn business, Samme." You are good at what you do. You run the whores and I take care of the money and the guns. What the heck changed?That's the question that has been around in my head for weeks."Don't intervene in my life.""If you don't get rid of her, I will, and I'm sureYou don't want to see her bleedI feel like the rage inside me is about to boil over. I clench my fists and move closer to him."Put a fucking finger on it and my hand won't shake to finish you off."Damm walks up to me and his alcoh

Aria Douglas  The apartment in which I had felt comfortable now seems like a cemetery, a place that instills fear and panic, that makes me feel like a prisoner in a glass castle in Manhattan.I take a sip from the glass of wine in my hand. Dark red liquid runs down my throat. What should be a tranquilizer for me burns, heats my being and makes me want to smash the glass against the wall and then hit Samme for dragging me into his madness.He is sitting at the dining room table with his cell phone in hand. He hasn't stopped talking on the phone since we arrived. I don't know what's going on yet, I just know that I'm secluded in a damn tower in downtown Manhattan without being able to call my friend or my parents, although the latter don't cause me any concern. They don't deserve me to worry about keeping them up to date on my life.My cell phone is in my purse right next to several changes of clothes that I have brought from