"I married the Don for safety.
His sons decided I was the real inheritance.
Two feet in front of me, Damien drives and hums along to the radio like nothing is wrong.
Behind him, in the cramped backseat of our escape car, his sons’ hands are already sliding under my skirt.
Every desert bump pushes them higher.
Every glance in the rearview mirror is a single breath away from disaster.
What starts as stolen touches turns into something I can no longer pretend is one-sided.
On the boat, on horseback, in places where a single sound would destroy us all — they keep taking more.
And the worst part isn’t how far they go.
It’s how badly I’m starting to want them to."
