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Authors: Kristina Circelli
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got in fights so people knew not to mess with him, listened to talk on the streets for names he needed to know, even stole alcohol and cigarettes when he could so he didn’t look like a rookie if it was offered when he walked into the club.
For a fleeting moment, Finn wondered what Snow would think of him, standing on the street corner surrounded by run-down homes and trash lining the gutters, with only neon lights guiding him to an uncertain future. He could easily see her doing something good , something boring, while he was about to walk into the darkest part of his town. But then he decided he didn’t care.
He was thirteen now, old enough to make up his own mind. He was doing this, and he was doing this now.
FINN WANNA PLAY DOLLS?
Snow’s outburst startled him back onto the curb just as he’d started crossing the street. Heart thumping—part caught off-guard by his friend, part nervous about what he was about to do—Finn allowed himself a moment to reply only because it had been a while since they last spoke.
The conversation nearly unnerved him. It was so innocent, her thoughts filled with so much joy and her replies so playful, Snow actually listening when he gave her a brief recap of his life. If only she could have been there with him, next to him, guiding him to a path where they could always be friends.
What are you doing?
The question rang loud and clear in his head. Remembering where he was, who was and wasn’t by his side, Finn took a moment to decide how he wanted to answer it. He didn’t want to say anything at all, because he’d made a promise to himself a long time ago never to lie to his only real friend, so instead he quickly said, Don’t worry about it, I was just asking , and ended the conversation.
Alone in his thoughts now, he pushed Snow’s subconscious to the back of his own and forced himself to hold his head high. Across the street awaited his destination, beckoning to him, inviting him in from the cold. Normally Finn loved the winter air and all the brilliant white snow that came with it—winter made everyone even, didn’t care who it fell upon, who it froze; in the dead of winter, no one was tougher than nature—but tonight he wanted nothing more than to give in to the lure of warmth.
He continue the trek to the club, until he was facing the back door. Club Infinity was one of the more popular hangouts in town even though it was never promoted around town like other companies, but everyone knew the place for what it was. There was a reason the club was one of the few businesses in the area that managed to stay open for any length of time. Drugs, gambling, women. Taking care of the competition so no other name except Infinity was spoken. Paying off cops and city officials to look the other way. As far as Finn knew, there was no limit.
And now he was ready to make a profit, too.
Finn squared his shoulders and knocked hard on reinforced steel, a demand to be answered. When the door opened he had to force himself not to take a step back. In front of him stood a tall, bald man with bulging muscles so large he barely fit in the doorway, glaring down at him behind a pair of dark sunglasses that hid his eyes, but not his scowl.
“What do you want?”
Finn made sure his face matched the man’s expression as he replied, “I wanna see Joe.”
The man scoffed. “Ain’t nobody sees Joe ‘less Joe wants to be seen. You know you can’t come in here, kid.” He made to close the door, but Finn slammed a hand on the hard metal. Though he wasn’t strong enough to actually stop the man, he did succeed in catching his attention.
“I know who you are, Chix. And I know Joe is here. So, Chix, I wanna see Joe and you ain’t gonna stop me.”
The man paused and finally took a good, long look at the teenager in front of him. “You wearin’ Joe’s old jacket?”
Finn adjusted the leather jacket, which was still too big, and nodded. He got that question a lot because of the red
For a fleeting moment, Finn wondered what Snow would think of him, standing on the street corner surrounded by run-down homes and trash lining the gutters, with only neon lights guiding him to an uncertain future. He could easily see her doing something good , something boring, while he was about to walk into the darkest part of his town. But then he decided he didn’t care.
He was thirteen now, old enough to make up his own mind. He was doing this, and he was doing this now.
FINN WANNA PLAY DOLLS?
Snow’s outburst startled him back onto the curb just as he’d started crossing the street. Heart thumping—part caught off-guard by his friend, part nervous about what he was about to do—Finn allowed himself a moment to reply only because it had been a while since they last spoke.
The conversation nearly unnerved him. It was so innocent, her thoughts filled with so much joy and her replies so playful, Snow actually listening when he gave her a brief recap of his life. If only she could have been there with him, next to him, guiding him to a path where they could always be friends.
What are you doing?
The question rang loud and clear in his head. Remembering where he was, who was and wasn’t by his side, Finn took a moment to decide how he wanted to answer it. He didn’t want to say anything at all, because he’d made a promise to himself a long time ago never to lie to his only real friend, so instead he quickly said, Don’t worry about it, I was just asking , and ended the conversation.
Alone in his thoughts now, he pushed Snow’s subconscious to the back of his own and forced himself to hold his head high. Across the street awaited his destination, beckoning to him, inviting him in from the cold. Normally Finn loved the winter air and all the brilliant white snow that came with it—winter made everyone even, didn’t care who it fell upon, who it froze; in the dead of winter, no one was tougher than nature—but tonight he wanted nothing more than to give in to the lure of warmth.
He continue the trek to the club, until he was facing the back door. Club Infinity was one of the more popular hangouts in town even though it was never promoted around town like other companies, but everyone knew the place for what it was. There was a reason the club was one of the few businesses in the area that managed to stay open for any length of time. Drugs, gambling, women. Taking care of the competition so no other name except Infinity was spoken. Paying off cops and city officials to look the other way. As far as Finn knew, there was no limit.
And now he was ready to make a profit, too.
Finn squared his shoulders and knocked hard on reinforced steel, a demand to be answered. When the door opened he had to force himself not to take a step back. In front of him stood a tall, bald man with bulging muscles so large he barely fit in the doorway, glaring down at him behind a pair of dark sunglasses that hid his eyes, but not his scowl.
“What do you want?”
Finn made sure his face matched the man’s expression as he replied, “I wanna see Joe.”
The man scoffed. “Ain’t nobody sees Joe ‘less Joe wants to be seen. You know you can’t come in here, kid.” He made to close the door, but Finn slammed a hand on the hard metal. Though he wasn’t strong enough to actually stop the man, he did succeed in catching his attention.
“I know who you are, Chix. And I know Joe is here. So, Chix, I wanna see Joe and you ain’t gonna stop me.”
The man paused and finally took a good, long look at the teenager in front of him. “You wearin’ Joe’s old jacket?”
Finn adjusted the leather jacket, which was still too big, and nodded. He got that question a lot because of the red
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