Book Two: Cursed
In an effort to escape a lifetime of bad luck and worse decisions, Luke decided to take a giant risk and leave Los Hermanos in his past where they belonged. Unfortunately, Los Hermanos took the saying "blood in, blood out" VERY seriously.
When his long lost foster sister and her new boyfriend show up at his hospital bed willing to commit felonies in an effort to get him out of his guarded hospital room, he suddenly finds himself burdened with the fact that his actions had now brought innocent people into a firefight that he had tried to avoid all together.
As he struggles to push the only family he has left to a safe distance, a heavy sense of dread settles in around him and every instinct he has tells him that something far worse than Los Hermanos is coming.
Pushing them away and sacrificing himself seems to be his only option, but Sarah and Makkar have other plans. For better or worse, they intend on being there to the very end.
The very. Bitter. End.
When his long lost foster sister and her new boyfriend show up at his hospital bed willing to commit felonies in an effort to get him out of his guarded hospital room, he suddenly finds himself burdened with the fact that his actions had now brought innocent people into a firefight that he had tried to avoid all together.
As he struggles to push the only family he has left to a safe distance, a heavy sense of dread settles in around him and every instinct he has tells him that something far worse than Los Hermanos is coming.
Pushing them away and sacrificing himself seems to be his only option, but Sarah and Makkar have other plans. For better or worse, they intend on being there to the very end.
The very. Bitter. End.
Excerpt
Once inside, the strange indie crowd that seemed to hang around the place at all hours was familiar without her actually recognizing any faces. She guessed it was a case of all-unwashed-hippies-look-the-same syndrome. There was rhasta wear on almost every one of them. The guys hadn't shaved their faces in weeks and the hair grew in odd little patches that struck her as almost comical. A bit like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. The females, on the other hand, were in a league of their own.
Being in southern California, it was tank top weather year round. The armpit hair that could be seen in this place was overwhelming. Not to mention the leg hair. Sarah mused over how a girl could stand being so masculine and not even have a care in the world about personal hygiene. She knew she was a far cry from the poster child for femininity, but she knew that shaving her legs and making sure she looked good was important to her. Not because she wanted to be attractive to people, but because she wanted the personal satisfaction of looking good.
There was another flaw in her social skills: She liked to look good so that the people around her felt ugly.
Dammit. This whole, becoming a better person thing was going to be a lot of work.
Being in southern California, it was tank top weather year round. The armpit hair that could be seen in this place was overwhelming. Not to mention the leg hair. Sarah mused over how a girl could stand being so masculine and not even have a care in the world about personal hygiene. She knew she was a far cry from the poster child for femininity, but she knew that shaving her legs and making sure she looked good was important to her. Not because she wanted to be attractive to people, but because she wanted the personal satisfaction of looking good.
There was another flaw in her social skills: She liked to look good so that the people around her felt ugly.
Dammit. This whole, becoming a better person thing was going to be a lot of work.