The bones in my hand are sliding over each other in Emilio’s vice grip. I try hard not to whimper. I know it’s what he wants.
He leads me to the table and gets in first, so he’s sitting next to Boss Man, and then pulls me down beside him. Then Jack does something surprising. Instead of sitting in his previous seat, he sits down next to me, which pisses off Emilio even more. And just like that, I’m trapped between two dark walls—the Oreo filling in the middle.
“What’s this?” The Boss Man leans over, nodding in my direction.
Jack says something in Spanish, and then, I think for my benefit, repeats it in English. “No one.”
Gee, thanks.
The older man’s gaze seems to pick me apart, and I resist the urge to mess with my hair. I’m glad I have on the baggy hoodie because now I feel naked.
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