Furore by N.J. Adel EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: N.J. Adel
- Language: English
- Genre: Fiction, Romance, Thriller, Mystery, Literature
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- No of Pages: 185
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His eyes reminded me of my worst and most beautiful mistake.
They made me as nervous as I was on the first afternoon I drove to teach
here. Questions, self-doubt and self-preservation had kicked in. A men’s
prison classroom wasn’t exactly the best or the safest place for a twentythree-year-old female teacher to be. Would the students see a teacher or prey?
Would they respect me? Would they listen to what my mind had to offer or
would I be reduced to a body, a form of entertainment, a fantasy to warm up
their lonely nights?
After a couple of classes, I’d stopped asking those questions because,
much to my surprise, many students here had been more engaged and curious
about Creative Writing than I’d seen in a regular high school class. The
inmates really wanted to learn. Aside from all the trivial stuff like gates,
visitor forms, the occasional catcalls and uncooperative guards…
and the
terrible smell, I never regretted volunteering here. I loved coming to San
Quentin State Prison every week. The Arena as the inmates called it. It was
my way to make amends, to atone. If I’d ever be redeemed.
Until Laius Lazzarini joined my class.
Even though he hardly spoke, the intense way he looked at me—which
felt an awful lot like the look that had brought me to my knees and made me
do the unpredictable—sent back the anxiety…and the memory.
As if it’s ever left me…
The summer was half gone, and I was still haunted by the eyes that had
abandoned me, the dark green pools that would hold me captive and make me
submit to whatever they demanded. An exaggeration? Not unlikely. An act of
sheer stupidity? Absolutely. No clever woman would have ever made the
choices I’d made.
No matter what I did, though, I couldn’t get Tirone Wisely’s eyes off my
mind, missing the way they made my mouth dry yet other parts of me wet,
that I was searching for them even in the worst of places…like in the face of
a convicted criminal.
It was pure agony, the reminder, but behind the sunglasses I pretended to
forget on my face every class, I wouldn’t stop taking those gazes back at
Laius. Couldn’t.
It wasn’t only because the president of the Night Skulls MC had
incredible dark green eyes with an exceptional shade of gray surrounding
them that made anything else in their proximity not worth looking at or that
the intensity of his stare exuded power, sadness and menace all in one, daring
you to look away, knowing you’d fail.
No. I kept staring back because I needed the reminder of my shame, the
pain. Deserved it.
“Miss Moonshow, I have a question,” one of the students interrupted my
awkward staring session, and I didn’t need to look to know which one.
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