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“Bullshit.”
I met his angry stare, my mouth curling into a smile in reply.
“Tell me where she is.”
I lifted a shoulder. “What does it matter when you’re still getting paid?”
My bag was thrown on the ground not far from us, and one of AJ’s assholes snapped, “A thousand short.”
AJ slowly looked from my bag to me, his chilling face etched from stone. “That right?”
“Yeah, well there’s that,” I said with a roll of my eyes.
“And where’s the rest, Jess?”
“I’ve been sick too.” I faked a pathetic-sounding cough. “Must be something I caught last time I was here. Bastard Plague?”
The sound of a gun racking came from behind me. I kept my eyes on AJ’s.
“I wanna know where your mom is. I wanna know why she ain’t been around. And I wanna know where the rest of my money is.”
“Hmm.” I lifted my index finger and looked at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “Go . . .” I murmured, drawing the word out then did the same with my ring finger. “Fuck . . .” Dropping them both, I lifted my middle finger in their place. “Yourself.”
AJ lunged for me.
I tried to sidestep him, but someone gripped my hair and yanked me back in time for AJ to grab me by my throat and slam me down.
My head smacked off the concrete floor and the air fled from my lungs when searing pain spiderwebbed across my skull.
Light burst across my vision, mixing with a darkness I fought against as I struggled for air.
“You know better. You fucking know better,” he spat, his face directly in front of my own. “Get my money. You hear me?” His hand tightened on my throat as he lowered his body onto mine, laughing when I thrashed against him.
Trying to get his body off me.
Trying to get away from his smell.
“Get my money, Jess, or I’m coming for you. And I’m taking it.”
I rolled to my side and forced myself up when he pushed himself off me, hating that I sounded so weak as I sucked in air.
“Two grand,” AJ called out as he walked toward the door of the warehouse with his group of assholes.
“I’m short half that,” I bit out.
He stopped and turned, his hungry gaze raking over me. “Three grand. Or I’m taking it. You have a week.”
Fuck.
AJ’s driver stepped into the warehouse and let loose a low whistle when I was grabbing my bag off the floor. “Trying to get yourself killed, Jess?”
“Not this time,” I mumbled to myself as I bent to grab my knife where it had been tossed near the edge of the room and clipped it to my bra.
“You know . . . I’d be happy to help you start earning that cash.”
I grabbed the closest thing to me, one of the many steel chains, and swung it at him.
It snapped inches from his face, but he still stumbled back with his hands raised in surrender. “Shit, shit, shit.”
