Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.

“I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back…”

“Let’s get out of here.” “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”

“I'll be firm," I promised Patch, adopting a no-nonsense expression. "No backing…”

“Patch is the last person you want to antagonize. He doesn't hold grudges becaus…”