Filthy Dark

Declan As a made man, obligations are my middle name. As a Five Pointer? Those obligations are even more complicated. I fell for her when I belonged to another. Another I didn’t love. Another I loathed. Who trapped me in a vise, and blackmailed me into being hers. I was born a filthy fecker, dragged kicking and screaming into a cold, hard world. My son isn't like me. He isn't filthy. I don't want to pollute him, but I will. Because I’m a b*stard. Born filthy. I don't want that for Seamus. I want to step up. Be the father he deserves. And Aela? I want her just as much as I want to be a part of his life. Of course, she's nothing like I imagined. When I first wanted to wife her, she was young. Pliable. Now? She won't take what I want to give her. She wants it all. Every part of me. But my heart died a long time ago. If anyone can resuscitate it, it's her, but first, I need to become a better man. And that might be the one thing I can't do.