Chapter 61
Brielle
Tony starts to manhandle me, sticking his tongue down my throat and groping my chest, when a horrible ominous thunk accompanied by glass breaking distracts him. He throws me to the ground and strides across the room to grab Rita by her hair.
“What did you do?” he demands.
“I heard what you just said,” she fires back through clenched teeth. “And I am not just gonna stand by and watch you screw Mari or Brielle or anybody else, Tony. You’re my man.”
I can see Mari still slumped on the couch, and I stealthily crawl on all fours away from a yelling Tony and Rita, each movement heavy and hard, like my limbs weigh a thousand pounds apiece.
I reach Mari’s side and only vaguely realize that I am kneeling in a pile of shattered glass. When I touch her hair, my hand comes awa
