He screams and sags to the ground, hissing through his teeth at his useless dangling arm.
I grab Sammie, take my cell phone back from the other customer, tell Sherelle I’ll call in to pay, and in less than a minute, we’re inside my Benz and swerving onto the interstate.
“Whoareyou exactly?” Sammie asks, gaping at me as if I’m a flaming demon sticking a pitchfork into her heart.
“You have to decide whether you want Mitch’s steak dinners and spa weekends, or the reward that comes from putting him away for good.”
“Reward? What’s going on here?”
“Blackmailing a blackmailer never ends well.” I shoot her a stern, unyielding look. “I’ll let you think about it while we lay low and figure out our next step.”
She arches an elegant eyebrow and curls her kissable lips. “What makes you think I’ll stick with you?”
“You’re safe for at least one night. But you’re a target now that Mitch saw you with me. He’s going to think you squealed, and he’s not going to let you get away.”
“What have you done to me?” she gasps as the weight of what just happened sinks in. “You conned me into thinking you work for him, and now, you’ve forced me to turn against him?”
I pat her knee and stroke her thigh. “I don’t think force is necessary where you’re concerned. Let’s hide out for the night and celebrate your freedom.”
“Not until I’m free from you.” She slaps my hand. “Stop the car and let me out.”
