Chapter 129

Sybil practically threw me down on the club floor.

It’s filthy, noisy, and it’s making me want to vomit.

His breath reeks of cheap whiskey as he leans in, fingers digging into my waist like I’m some toy he can break.

I stare at him, wishing I could pull the gun now and paint the floor with his brain.

His hands are roaming, sliding up my thigh like he owns me. The crowd around us doesn’t even blink