"Get in, you motherfucker!" Wallace had roughly pushed me inside. I nearly fell off my feet.

I went in and found him seated. I could tell he was waiting for me.

"Enough, Wallace! Leave us," he ordered him. "Sit," he said to me, avoiding contact with my probing eyes.

"I won't sit until I see them. Where are my parents?"

"Oh, yes, you will! I call the shots here."

That was Mandy. She had walked down from the stairs, holding a gun and smoking a cigarette. "Now, sit your goddamn ass down.

"Sit," Johnny said to me, giving me the eye.

"No, you don't tell her what to do!" She...