“You know what, Carlyle? You can’t keep me here anymore. Whatever you planned on having me involved with, I’m not doing it.” Arching a brow, I cocked my head when she crossed her arms over her bust, and her scars shimmered between the shadows they made. “I’m going back to Nevada.”
“Okay.” Holding out my hand to Theo, I took his gun and pointed it at her dog, and she tensed as horror blazed in her eyes. “Move a single fucking muscle towards that car.”
The damn snake . . . I was so sick of her shit. She didn’t even blink, and I sighed heavily as I stalked towards Esmarissa. Her striking, blue hair seemed to fluff out as I got closer, and I held the gun on her dog as I grabbed her chin with my free hand.
“Now.” Pressing the gun muzzle against her cheek, I relished Esmarissa whimper, the paleness of her cheeks, the fear in her eyes. “You haveonechance left, Esmarissa. I am not in the habit of giving a third opportunity to those who repeatedly show they won’t fix their behavior. When I call, you come, and you stay until I tell you that you can leave. I gave you a grace period after you took over Katherin’s slut factory because I was being generous. Every time I give you an inch, you take a mile, and that is going to end right here . . . right now.”
Putting a little pressure on her cheekbone, I licked my teeth when she whimpered and nodded hastily before stepping back. Handing Theo his gun, I rubbed my jaw and neck and rolled my shoulders to ease some of the tension there.
I was entirely against animal cruelty, but if I had to threaten it, then so be it. Esmarissa never had to know that I wouldn’t actually shoot her dog, just that I considered it an option.
The misery you know is better than the misery you don’t know.
“You have good timing, at least. The reason you’re here is them.” Pointing at the car, I appreciated that Carl opened the door— it added to the dramatic effect that I liked to put on. Four girls of the same body type and color filed out, and at first glance, they didn’t look like what most people considered whores. They were all modestly dressed, with nice hair and clean faces, and truly not very trashy looking at all.
“One of these is not like the others. It’s your job to tell me which one.”
