My name was barely on her lips, and I was there to save her and the kids. True to form, her husband fucked up. The last straw, Lynette and her children have entered my world of darkness. She might think she's my guest, but she isn't going nowhere. Every day, the thread is spun, the noose is tightened, the chain that binds us together gets tighter. Lynette is mine. Her kids, mine. I have no pity for the fucks that think they are going to change those facts.
Or maybe, this is how it was always intended to be. Maybe the little hints that I keep catching, which shows who Lynette really is, are telling me she's a lot more than I've bargained for or even dreamed...and that I'm being played, in this game of love.