Josie POV
“This… is… not… funny,” I wheezed.
She stuck out her tongue and held up the glass angel ornament. It had to cost a fortune.
“Put it down.”
“You want me to drop it?” She questioned. “Okay!”
“No!”
She dropped the angel, and it broke in half. She shrugged and pranced off back to the house. So far, it was Charlotte three and Josie nil. I couldn’t win with this girl. She constantly threatened me and was cunning as hell.
This angel ornament would come out of my paycheck.
My phone rang in my back pocket. It was Oakley. We hadn’t spoken for days. I was worried about her being reprimanded for talking to me. She was the only one from my Pack who reached out.
My own Mother hadn’t called. I hadn’t digested the disgust in my Father’s eyes when he told me to leave. I embarrassed him
