LEENA
William walks into the elevator just after me and the woman inside looks between us, confusion spread across her face. We ride in silence, speaking only when we’re in the penthouse.
“Leena, you have to keep your mouth shut about this,” William says, grabbing my wrist.
“Or what?” I ask, turning around to face him. “You’ll have me killed like you did, Sanderson?”
He strengthens his hold on my wrist and I wince in pain. “What are you talking about?”
I roll my eyes and he squeezes some more.
“I’ll keep quiet,” I say wringing my wrist out of his hold. “Let go of me. I’ll bite my tongue on one condition”
He instantly releases my hand I shake, as if that will ward off the pain. “What is that?”
“Save that girl who was robbed of her teenage years by that pathetic man,” I say, referr
