Fury (Prisoners of Purgatory, #5)

Dear Fury,

I get it, okay.

You didn't sign up to become a fill-in father, or uncle, or biker dad, or whatever it is you want to call yourself.

But the hard truth is, you don't have a choice.

I don't want to have to be the one to point out that you can't send your niece to school with no food.

Have you met kids?

They eat a lot.

I'm trying really hard not to get involved, trying not to let her sweet little voice sway me into calling you and telling you that I don't like how you're handling things.

But it's really hard.

Because dammit, she's a good kid and I can't sit back and let you send her to school with no socks on for a single second longer.

Seriously. No socks?

And if you turn your back on me when I'm talking to you one more time

Dammit.

I can't get involved with people like you.

Not when I'm hiding my own demons.

God, if he found out that my eyes watch you leave my classroom every day and I wonder how it would feel to be beneath you

No.

I can't.

I won't.

He'd kill me.

He would bury me six feet under, and I know it.

But you're making it really hard for me when I'm constantly having to chase you.

So, if you could do me a solid, and just take good care of your niece, then I won't have to talk to you again.

Please and thanks,

Alexis Parker.