Too loud. Too clingy. Too much make-up. I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit.
Didn’t you get the hint yet? I’m a bastard, and I own that shit. My soul is dark as well as my actions. In the end, life will always cause pain, it’s the shit you have to endure to appreciate the good things that are scarcely thrown your way. I’m Yegor Volsky, second in command of The Dudnik Circle. The Russian Mob, in case you need a label.
Being carried out of a burning building and cradled by a sexy fireman with a velvety as aged scotch voice? It should have been a panty melter but it’s still one of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me. I can’t forget my mysterious savior or his rock hard body pressed against mine. Holding me.