Usually he could make do with a few wool army blankets and some brittle wax candles he got free from the Goodwill. Electricity was a luxury he only afforded himself in the harshest winter months. While Peter was making bank hand over fist and building an empire in the City of Sin, Bobby slept on a bare mattress on the floor of a roach-infested room in Philly. Both of the brothers were consummate manipulators, but only Peter was able to turn his skills into cold hard cash. His brother Peter was a bad seed, too, but much smarter than Bobby. Instead of striving to hold down a job and be respectable, he panhandled and scammed his way not to success, but to bare survival. This guy was a bad seed, and his hard life was a side-effect of his aversion to work. His was not a tale of perseverance and triumph, though. His hands were warm, but the knuckles were always scabbed over and the fingernails bitten to the quick, probably from the stress of the hard life he lived. There was this Italian-American mutt named Bobby, with scuffed brown shoes and corduroy pants that smelled like cigarettes and filth.

Because you can't bring an innocent thing into the darkness and not expect something to rub off. I wanted him from the first second I laid eyes on him. He's beautiful, smart, and courageous, and he hasn't been tainted by the darkness that's ruled my life. He's got this innocence about him that speaks to something deep down inside me- in a place that's never been touched by anyone. Too many demons, too much anger, and not enough to live for. I don't know if I'll ever see Kage again.īeing Michael Kage was never easy. But I did something stupid, and now I'm paying for it. And the sex? Let me put it this way: I'd never been with a guy before I met Kage, but I'd gladly spend the rest of my life on my knees for him. He transformed me completely, made me depend on him, and made me love him. To say he rocked my world would be an understatement. Against all odds, I got the attention of Michael Kage, the hottest MMA fighter on the planet. My name is Jamie Atwood, and I am an idiot.

Kage by maris black