Precisely what he wanted. His right hand raised high.Before she could see clearly through her teary-eyed, the large hand whistled through the air and ...anded on her face. She tried to use her hands to protect herself, but she was too slow. Candice felt a white-hot stinging sensation to her face. It caused her head to snap to the right and she fell flat on the bed. She lay there dazed, her nose slightly bleeding. Santiago stood over the bed. He gazed down at Candice, smiled at his work. The young. I had discs and my label maker going full steam the next afternoon when the first of the calls came. "Are you the man they call Deacon?" the voice asked."Unless you are a collection agent I am." I decided to go with the tough guy image."Cute, This is Gerald with Nightlite. I understand you want to talk to me." I do. We need to meet." You don't really expect me to drop everything do you?" Truth is I do. I want to look you in the eye when you lie to me. It is the only way to avoid the spotlight. To celebrate our good fortune, not one, but two full bottles of my favourite Rose were not sipped but gulped until I was absolutely squiffyIt wasn’t until next morning that I awoke with a more than a slight hangover that I realised Phil had already left for the office, no doubt dropping the ‘k**’s’ off at college and school etc.Staying in bed with a strong coffee, I knew that I had the luxury to lie there and reflect on our change of fortune and started making plans for the future. First a. In the light I could see his eyebrow had a cut through it and was bleeding, and his cheek was already starting to swell and bruise. I felt a flicker of shame. He must have gotten in a fight with the blonde. "Are you fucking happy, Tayler?" he said walking over to me. "I fucking taught you everything. You would be NOTHING without me, do you understand that?" I nodded, feeling a bit scared, and turned on. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, and backed me against the couch. "You are mine..