There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

My mother’s always gotten away with everything. CPS came to our house,
summoned by teachers who reported the bruises on my body, the lack of food
in my lunch. My mother cleaned the house and bought groceries for a week
until they went away again. She was pulled over multiple times for DUIs, she
got the fines reduced or charges dropped on technicalities, on overcrowded
dockets, by begging and pleading and deploying her best sob stories.
She brought men into my life and me into theirs. Not just Randall—a
succession of assholes of every flavor: drug dealers, ex-convicts, even a
fucking neo-Nazi who pushed hand-printed copies of American Renaissance
and The Daily Stormer into my hands.
While Randall wasn’t the first one who put his hands on my mother (or on
me), and some of them went so far as to shove a gun in her face or push her
down a flight of stairs, the devastation she wreaked in their lives was always
greater than anything they did to her.
She’s sailed through life unpunished, unrepentant.
The worst people are free to maim and defame however they like. There is no
justice. There is no fairness.
Cole and I had intended to stay at the party for several hours, to network with
the dozens of Cole’s acquaintances all around us, but neither of us can stand
Shaw’s malevolent glee, or the omnipresent discussion of his work. To say
nothing of the technicolor spiderweb wrapped all around us.
We leave a few minutes later.
We’re both silent on the drive back to the house, Cole gripping the wheel
with a rigid expression, and me replaying every taunt Shaw threw at me.
You know we had a fling once …
Don’t worry, Mara, I forgive you …
You must have been in a terrible mental state …
The moment we step inside, into the dark, cool interior of the house, the
tension between us snaps. Cole jumps on me and me on him.