6
Vivian, Two weeks later
I knew Snook was going to be angry that I’d left the fights last week, angry that I didn’t show up on time to work the fights tonight. Just…angry. But not this angry.
“Goddamn it, Vivian. Get your a*s in the car. We’re going to the club. Now.” He paced along beside me where I walked on the sidewalk outside of my apartment. His large black SUV rolled next to me like a shadow, the windows tinted so dark I couldn’t determine if Wayne or someone else was driving him tonight. He sat in the back seat, window rolled down so he could speak to me.
“I quit, Snook. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Don’t make me force you. You’re one of mine and have been for a long time. Don’t f**k it up now, Vivian. Don’t f**k it up now by making me even more angry.”
“I’m
