Chapter 14

Dmitri, the name so magic to her, never had anyone ever been like him.
"Sexy guys who didn't mind you knowing how they loved themselves best. And, loving you, it's maybe themselves they are loving."
Look for a gun. A gun? what would the tattooed girl do if she was to find one? just leave it, for now at least. The tattooed girl looked through the house. She thought of where her father had kept his gun, like all the men in akron valley in arms reach. Siegel would never suspect anything of Alma going through his stuff. The tattooed girl was ashamed to disappoint her lover that she had not found any firearms, she didn't think Siegel was the type to have one anyways. But Dmitri was irritated by that. "Anybody's a man to own firearms, babe. Like anybody's a man to want to use them."