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tonight, I couldn’t seem to focus. In the end, I went down to my basement and took it out on my punching bag. I punished that thing every day but, for some reason, it needed more punishing today. Maybe it was because I was now starting to communicate with Tyler. I knew the day would come when I had to push things a little. I just always thought it would be me acting first.
    After a gruelling half-hour, I decided to call it quits. I was in the middle of unwinding the tape on my knuckles when my uncle Humphrey appeared.
    “What’s up, Deany boy? You look a little out of sorts today. Are you not getting enough pussy?” My uncle smiled, but I huffed in his direction. He always knew how to wind me up further than I already was.
    “Don’t worry about me, old man. You just concentrate on your own love life. I haven’t seen you get any action in months.”
    Humphrey shook his head with an unamused grin. “Hey, less of the ‘old man’, you fucking jumpstart. Just remember who’s lived longer and has more experience dealing with little chumps like you.”
    I smiled. I had to give my uncle his due. He was right. He had been at this game a lot longer than me. He was in his fifties, now had greying hair, but still looked every bit the bad boy on the street that he used to be. We Scozzari’s had a bad name. My parents tried to hide me from their way of life, but then they fucking died on me. Who else, besides me, was going to carry on their empire? I had to learn a lot since their death, but it turned me into the man I was now. Actually, Tyler turned me into the man I was now.
    “What have you come down here for anyway? Do you want to get in on a little one-to-one action with me? I can show you how a real man boxes, if you like.” I swiped the air with a couple of punches for good measure, but all Humphrey did was shake his head.
    “I have no desire to put you out on the floor.” I rolled my eyes, but didn’t challenge him. “I just came to tell you that Jimmy called. He told me to tell you that the little errand you sent him on was done.”
    I nodded with a smile. “Good. I’ll wire the money to him as soon as I’m done showering.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    Tyler
     
     
    Buckinghamshire, 1993
     
     
    “You can never escape me, Tyler. You know I’ll always find you.”
    I threw my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my giggle. He was so close to me now and probably already knew where I was. I think he just liked to make my heart beat faster. Dean always knew how to do that.
    I was eight and he was ten now. Dean was getting so much taller than me, but I was getting tall for an eight-year-old, too. I think that’s why the three of us worked so well. It always bothered me to think that, one day, Ian and Dean would think I was too young to play with anymore. Sometimes it frightened me a little.
    “Rosey,” he called out with a little hum in his voice. That had been my nickname ever since the day we first met and I felt my cheeks burning. It just stuck with me ever since.
    “I can see you,” he whispered right in my ear.
    I jumped, squealing, and ran out from my hiding spot behind the tree. Dean laughed, but caught me in his arms. “You can’t get away from me, Rosey. I’ve got you now.” He tickled me until I couldn’t breathe.
    “Please, stop!” I shouted, giggling harder.
    Dean stopped, then pulled me up to look at him. He searched my face and then smiled. “See, still rosey,” he said, stroking my cheek.
     
    *****
     
    Today was another good day. It was Friday, but what was so good about it was the untold amount of messages that had come in since my post in yesterday’s paper. Lots of people were thrilled about the idea. Some emails were a bit creepy, but the majority of them were messages of love. It was amazing how many people out there were secretly harbouring a crush of some kind.
    Some of the messages were poems, some were little limericks. My personal