Chapter 101
Nina’s POV
The security guard’s grip on Nina’s arm felt like iron. His fingers dug deep, bruising her skin right away. She stumbled as he yanked her toward the back of the store. Her torn shirt flapped open at the shoulder, and the cold air from the AC hit her bare skin. She could still taste the sweet muffin in her mouth, but now it mixed with the sour sting of wine and blood from her cut cheek.
“Move faster, thief,” the guard growled. His breath smelled like cigarettes.
Behind them, the president’s daughter and her three friends followed like they owned the whole building. Their heels clicked loud on the shiny floor. The main girl kept waving her phone, recording everything with a big smirk.
“Look at this dirty rat,” she laughed. “Trying to act like she belongs here. Pa
