Iswallowed, my body near vomiting as Itried to make sense of everything that was happening.
This was Dom’sfault.
His club'sfault.
Not mine.
“Are you not mad that Ikilled Jeff?” Iasked, my words sounding strangled. “Ismashed his skull in… Don’tyou care about that?”
“Mad? No. It’sinconvenient but he’sreplaceable.” His words turned hard and Isqueezed my eyes closed, listening to his heavy breathing in my ear, the sound of his phone ringing, and the whooshing of my own blood in my ears. “Everyone is replaceable, Jolie, even you. Now say it and this all stops.”
Iscrewed my eyes up, blotting out the room, the man, the world, the unfairness of life. Iwas afighter, but sometimes winning afight meant you had to know when to take apunch. To back down and wait for your turn to strike back.
“Please, Master,” Ifinally submitted. “Please don’tdo this.”
