ChapterChapter 37
Nina’s POV
My back pressed harder against the doorframe as Marco’s hand hovered inches from my arm. The basement air felt thicker now, heavy with the stink of his beer breath and the faint echo of bleach from the supply room down the hall. His eyes were glassy, unfocused from the alcohol, but the intent in them was sharp and ugly.
He leaned in closer, his bulk blocking the dim light from the corridor bulb. I could see the veins bulging in his neck, the sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool underground chill.
I swallowed hard. My throat tightened like a noose. “Marco, stop. I said I don’t need the advance.”
He chuckled low in his chest, a sound that vibrated through the small space like a threat. “You think you can just tease and walk away? Come on, scre
