For Eli James, home is Boston, bruises and pushing drugs for the Minotaur – the notorious cartel kingpin who owns half the city.
As Eli’s powerful and abusive father flees the country, and the bruises begin to fade, he’s left with nothing but memories of his mãe, friends more interested in adrenaline than they are in survival, and a foster parent who cares without condition.
But when the product Eli sells hospitalizes his best friend, he realizes that his future depends on one choice: face the Minotaur and his father’s legacy, or lose the queer found family that is just beginning to feel like home.
They see you. They won’t forget.
The first time Eli James had been arrested, he had been thirteen and bruised.
Three years later, and he was better at concealing the bruises.
Three years later, and his father’s words still echoed in his head.
Three years later, and sirens lit up behind Eli near Old North Church, wailing for Eli.
Eli pulled over in front of Old North and the tourists still milling around it, even in early November. His fingers, slick with sweat, slid over the steering wheel.
Hands on the wheel, eyes ahead, public place.
It’s ‘yes sir’ if you want to survive.
That had been JJ’s advice, at least, and why not take survival advice from the first of them to die?