Nausea filled my mouth with spit as I examined the jagged cut running from my temple into my shaved hairline, the tiny black stitches making my skin crawl. The place reeked of wealth and elegance, a lovely space that I would normally have admired, but right now I was just trying to keep myself from freaking the hell out.Īfter I lifted the edge of the bandage covering the wound on my head with a wince, I gasped when I saw the damage. Slate tiles adorned the floor, bordered by a complex mosaic of brass, coral, and turquoise glass tiles. I stared at myself in the massive mirror that stood over two black marble sinks before looking away and trying to distract myself from my battered state by examining the bathroom. My dry mouth tasted like it had been coated with the contents of an ashtray. Justice had to be served, and I was just the man to do it. With the utmost care, I ghosted a kiss over Joy’s round cheek right over her dimple, then forced myself to leave her. Kayla, their third roommate, was still high out of her fucking mind on heroine and being dealt with by Leo’s men. It was time to deal with the motherfuckers that did this to Hannah and Joy. My phone buzzed, and I reluctantly let go of Joy’s hand, darkness filling me at the words on the screen.
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