170. Athena
Javier.
I was going to make sure that by the time I was done with him, he would be so dead that he would wish he had never met me.
At that thought, my fingers clenched around the necklace so tightly that its sharp edges bit into my skin, burning against my flesh. The pain was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. My breaths came short, my pulse hammering against my ribs like a war drum.
“Why Flower Garden Guest House?” My voice came out sharper than intended, cutting through the tension like a blade.
Javier smirked, I could picture him leaning against the desk as if he owned the world. His arrogance oozed off him, thick and suffocating. “Do you think that money is enough this time?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to answer. His words slithered into my ea
