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“No, you aren’t. But go. You need rest. And then we can talk.”
“I have a son,” I tell him, desperate. “It’s why I came back. That man you just bought me from has him.”
“Well, I suggest you be on your best behavior if you want to see him again.”
My mind is blank.
I’m expressionless.
Emotionless.
Lost in a sea of nothing.
His assistant, Maria, smiles and shows me the way.
I snap my head back in the game.
Because my plan has changed.
I’m not here to see my son any longer.
I will take him.
And kill my husband.
Which one is first? I don’t know.
But I hope to do both.
EIGHT
JOEY
What the actual fuck?
What. The. Fuck?
I jump from my bed to find Abigail asleep next to me. When I look over, my door is wide open. The same damn door I locked before I went to sleep.
“Abigail.” I yank the covers down, which is a big mistake.
Jesus Christ, she’s naked.
When she turns at the sound of her name, she has no shame in showcasing her tits and even has the cheek to spread her legs a little.
“Yes?” she says with sleepy eyes.
“Get the fuckoutof my room. How the hell did you even get in here?”
“I know how to pick locks. One of the boys I was dating taught me.”
“Sounds like a real charmer,” I mumble, walking to my bathroom. “Get. Out.And shut the fucking door on your way. You ever do that again, I’ll cut your head off.”
“Ohhh, knife play,” she sings, and my jaw grinds to the point of pain.
“Abigail.”
“Yes?” she calls sweetly which only serves to piss me off further.
