Neat by Kandi Steiner
My life is over.
I swore I would never work at the whiskey distillery with my last name on it, that I would never be a part of my father’s legacy. But when I graduated with my art degree and realized there were no jobs, the devil appeared, and I sold my soul, agreeing to work in the family business if he’d give me the art studio I’d always dreamed of… Read more.
Trigger & Content Warnings:
- Sexual assault of a minor recounted
- Death of a parent