CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lydia rushed into Dee’s bedroom in the middle of the night. “What is it?”
“I’m not marrying Jonathan, Lydia.” Dee pulled the large knife from under the sheet.
“What the f**k is that?”
“I got to kill him.” Dee raised the knife, feeling powerful for the first time since being there. “What choice do I have?”
“Are you insane?” Lydia clutched her head. “You can’t kill him.”
“I have to. I’m not marrying Jonathan Wild!”
“Dee. Listen.”
“No.” Dee stood. “He wants to get married in two fuckin’ days!”
“You’re not a killer.” Lydia grabbed her sister’s shoulders. “Don’t let Jonathan turn you into this.”
“I’m doing this for my baby and Winston. For you too. Didn’t you tell me to take control? Well, I’m doing that, Lydia.”
“You want to end up in prison? Then you’ll be away f
