Atlas Rose

I fisted her panties and lifted them to my nose.

…it looked like my stepbrother had a thing for the schoolgirl look.

The sheet slipped, revealing stainless steel…a machine...a breathing machine.

This room was a purgatory of grief. The last memories of a wife—I glanced at the doorway, and a mother.

Fear found me, so it had been them…the Rossis.

“Give my love to your mother, princess. Tell her I’m thinking of her,”

“Dad asked about you.”

Anger drove me to pump the mist across her underwear before placing the bottle back. I balled the panties in my hand, then shoved them into my pocket before striding from the room.

“It wasn’t you he fed to the dogs though, was it?”

“You were the stupid fuck who went after Lazarus Rossi, so let’s just leave it at that, okay?”