ANNABEL
I stared at him, not really understanding what he was saying. What did he mean by I would help him? I wasn't helping him get any s**t from me, and I was done with Damon. He might as well get something for the job.
"And your pretty daughter can't do the job for you?"
His face twisted at my question, shocked I still had the guts to speak out even after he had slashed his hands across my face and I could taste the metallic liquid dripping down from my lips.
"Hmmm, no. I will send Damon a video of you looking so disorganized and disheveled, and he won't have any choice than to send the device to me."
He smiled, as if he had planned every action, as if he had already planned what he would do next.
"Hmm, and you think Damon would come here running? You just told me he'd be f*****g
