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“It’s not that easy.”
“Yes, it is. It’s called doing what’s right. Logan, these people need to be exposed.” He doesn’t respond. “Hello! Are you even listening to me? How can you seriously turn your back on—”
“Oh, says the one dressed up as Vincent’s doll? Really? Not sure why you’re so worried about this life. You seem to be enjoying yourself just fine.”
“That’s not fair. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Oh!” he scoffs. “So, you were forced into those fancy clothes. How horrible is it to be covered in diamonds? Thousands of drug dollars draped along your—”
“Stop—”
“Does the little journalist not like the truth? Welcome to the real-life of drug smuggling and trafficking. Did you want me to hand you over to Vincent now? Or will you play hard to get for a bit longer—”
“Stop!”
“Oh, I’m just getting started. Those pretty clothes worth it? He sure knows how to pick ’em. All alike. Every single girl—”
“Stop. Why are you doing this?” I shamefully wipe at a fallen tear. He doesn’t answer me.
We pull up to his house, and he shuts off the engine. Without another word, he gets out and storms up to his front door. As I climb out of the car, my irritation grows. Why is he acting like I’m the one at fault here?
He walks in, barely holding the door for me, and disappears into his kitchen. I follow him, preparing myself for a fight. “You know, I don’t know what your problem is, and quite frankly, I don’t care.” He ignores me and opens the fridge to grab a beer. “Seriously, what’s your problem with me?”
He doesn’t bother looking at me as he twists off the cap and takes a long swig.
“This whole hot and cold attitude of yours is getting really old. One minute, you’re telling me to play by your rules. Be the compliant girlfriend. Perform for the crowd. The next, you’re telling me to knock it off. To get my nose out of your business. Then you’re back to telling me I can’t go home. And if I’m in so much danger, why’d you just leave me here this morning? Huh?”
He stares at me, sipping on his beer as if nothing I say affects him. “Hello! Anything?” I shake my head with frustration, disappointment, anger. “You know what? Forget this. I don’t need to stay here and pretend anymore. Because honestly, the fact that you’re willing to sit back and do nothing makes me sick. And yeah, I may be all done up in drug money, but at least I know that what I’m doing is for the better good. For a story that will save lives. You’re just a low-life jerk who’s willing to murder—”
A beer whips across the kitchen and shatters against the wall. In a flash, he’s on me, pushing me up against the wall. “You know nothing about me.”
“I know you don’t care enough to do anything for those poor girls. I know you don’t care that you help distribute illegal drugs. I know you killed that innocent girl on that boat. You knew she wasn’t Francesca—and you just shot her. Her parents are probably worried sick about her. Little do they know, she’s floating in Lake Michigan!”
“You know nothing!” he yells, slamming his fist into the wall next to my head.
I jump, clenching my eyes closed. This is the first time I’ve seen him show violence toward me, and it frightens me. I bite down on my lower lip so he doesn’t notice it start to quiver. “If I know nothing, then tell me. Vincent doesn’t own you. Everyone has a choice. Do the right thing and help me bring these horrible people to justice. But know this, with or without you, I’m writing this story.”
“You’re fucking not.”
“I am. I don’t need you to do this.”
He leans in, his forearms pressed against the wall, caging me in. “You so sure about that? The only reason Vincent hasn’t taken you and violated you until you’re so broken and addicted to the heroin he’ll shoot you up with, is because of me.” The visual sends chills down my spine. “He’s biding his time. He plans on taking you. He’s just waiting for the perfect moment. And he will. But he also knows I won’t go up against him. You’re in one piece mentally and physically because he needs me. Is this story worth it to you? When Vincent gets bored of you, which he will, he’ll do what he always does and toss his broken toys away to the wolves. I’m sure he already has a plan to sell you off to Renaldo, who I can guarantee already made a nice offer for you after today.”
“Wh—What?”
“If you don’t think for a second there’s already a price tag on you, you really are as naïve as you look. Renaldo will buy you, and Vincent will give you right up. He doesn’t see you as a person. He sees you as a toy—a plaything he will ruin, break, and sell. Open your fucking eyes!”
