"While I clean your face, you'll answer my questions," Dagger says.
I have my own question and it centers on the tattoo. I shake off the empathy the artwork invokes. The tone of Dagger's voice helps. Harsh and demanding has never worked in anyone's favor when dealing with me. Mr. Boss Man is about to find out that pushing my buttons is not going to work. "And if I don't?" It would have sounded tough if I hadn't winced when the cloth touched the edge of the cut on my forehead.
The cloth goes still. "You have no idea the f*****g trouble you're in, princess." He leans in closer so his hot breath hits my cheek. "I don't think you really want to find out."
My hands form fists and it takes everything I have not to leap up and deck him. "I'm sure I won't be the first Latina you've killed, nor
