"What do you want Michael?" she asked with a bitter tone.What do I want, he thought. He could think of a couple things."What do I want?" he barked. Th...n with forcefulness, "I want..." He squeezed her hip now for emphasis. "To make. Myself. Clear." Each word was hard and angry to show her he meant business. He pulled her toward him, then effortlessly yanked her body up. He put his hand to her throat and pinned her to the headboard, choking her just enough to hopefully get his point across.. There's a small repair shop in town who should be able to get youup and running in no time.? You look like you need some food and a good night'ssleep. Traci nodded and thanked the man for stopping to help. ?By the way,what's your name?? Traci asked. ?The name's Fred but everyone around here callsme Stubby?, the man replied. ?Grab your gear and hop in.? Traci gathered upher purse and locked up her car and slowly walked back to the passenger sideof Stubby's older model Chevy Caprice. Just as she. It'd normally be waist length, but you've bound its light-brown strands into cornrows that show your scalp between them, descending into a spiral of braids bound into a ponytail behind your back. You think it gives you that warlock look you need. Unfortunately, what it really makes you look like is a lanky wannabe viking, but nobody's told you that yet. You only live with one person in the middle of a terrible swamp anyway.Tattoos of black and green ink slither across your abdomen- no, I mean. “Sit, baby cakes. We need to blow this pop stand,” I told her, chuckling and hearing a cute giggle in Russian. They sound different in Russian. Cuter maybe? I don’t know, but definitely cute.We were cleared for takeoff by the tower, and I heard the click of the seat belt as we pulled out onto the active runway and I turned the little engines loose. I waited until we were out over the Baltic, approaching Denmark, when I called her up front.“Good to see you again, future sister-in-law. Are you.