“I’ll just choke you until you pass out.” He narrows his eyes at me, almost smiling. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Carlo De Maggio. Heard you were a dangerous man. I’m a little disappointed. Come on. Don’t fight it.”
I writhe and kick out, feeling weak. Suddenly, it’s like my body is far away and I’m drifting into the air. Everything is getting hazy.
I turn my head and spot a shard of glistening glass, blood dripping from the edge. My leg is throbbing. I wonder how bad the wound is. I wonder if Hazel likes the new kitchen I had made for her: in our apartment, our home. Then I remember that that was a fantasy. I’m losing too much air. Reality is becoming all wavy.
Ubert, I try to roar, but nothing comes out. I sound strangled. I am strangled.
I dart my hand out and claw for the piece of
