ADAM'S POINT OF VIEW
“Barely, but yeah, she’s alive.” I don’t think I’ve ever breathed in so much relief.
“Put her on the couch.” They do as I tell them, and I call our own doctor and tell him to come because we can’t take her to the hospital.
“And Ryan, bring me a towel and cold water.” I look at her and wonder what the Hell does a girl like her doing here. She’s no prostitute, that’s for sure. Prostitutes don’t wear flowery dresses and no makeup whatsoever, so... what?
“Take that piece of s**t, put him in a room, and make sure he doesn’t come out,” I commanded, and Harry and Tim look at me puzzled.
“What the f**k are you waiting for?” I asked when I saw that they weren’t moving.
“Boss… he’s not any kind of boss anymore?” Harry’s voice is small and hesitant, and I stand up and go ne
