POV: Kendrick
“That doesn’t answer my question, Vin, what the hell are you doing here and how did you find me?” I repeated my question, sounding more firm to make her see that I was not in the mood for her shenanigans right now.
“We are way past all that, Ken. You know exactly what I want, and I know what you want too. So why don’t you buy me a drink so we can both have fun,” she responded casually, making it sound like she had no ulterior motives.
“I don’t want you here, I want to be left alone. So leave, Vinnie. You can go out there and search for another innocent sadist to pester his life. As for me, I’m done with you. I’m f*****g done with you.” I told her straightforwardly, the same way I’ve been saying it to her for more than three years now. But she wouldn’t back down no matter
