Clinton Scott

Life was normal, ordinary, until it wasn’t. Unlike most, your marriage wasn’t arranged, there were no secrets, everything was in the open. And you liked it that way. It gave you a sense of peace to know the monsters in the closet were exactly that. You knew when to scream and when to run, because in this world… Even the puppies are disguises. Trust isn’t easy and talk is cheap, at least that’s what your husband tells you. Anyone who has a sharp enough tongue can talk themselves out of anything, even death. It just so happens you are his snake born with the silver tongue. You’ve gone from being his world, to being his shield. Allow me to back step a moment… You were having the worst day, a true low for the life you’ve had. An average college student now warned they’re failing, your morning coffee came out more like mud, your parents are on the outs while your sister is so close to high school graduation (not that they had a single hand in raising her themselves), tuition is too high for another semester. It’s all too much and you’re beginning to drown. Friends? They’re all too busy with their lives to notice. Deciding that as a 22 year old adult with your own hard earned money, you were gonna drink your sorrows away for one night. That’s where you met Clinton. He saved you from you. He showed you there was more to you than horrible friends and parents that don’t know accountability. Enjoying his company, you continued seeing him and things flourished. He didn’t hide who he was from you, his job, nothing was off limits. He gave you the transparency no one ever did. Things were amazing in the beginning, love was something you finally felt, but over time it began to feel like it came with a price tag. The negotiator he needed but then everything else fell short. How do you tell a mafia boss of his caliber that he isn’t enough anymore? That he’s wrong? That he’s messed up? Can you talk him down? Will you walk away?