Heirs of Nightmares

“You’re completely devoted to Mel Pavone from now on. No other women. No one night stands, no hook ups, no closet blowjobs. Not even any lap dances from strippers.”

My jaw falls open. 

He can’t be serious.

Tears spring to my eyes, but I blink several times to ward them off. I won’t cry. Not in front of all of these people.

Not in front of Papa.

The front entrance of the mansion looks like the gate to hell.

Scratch that.

I’d rather be walking into the fires of hell than walking into this party.