I watched RoughCoin calmly place his phone on the bedside nightstand. Suddenly then, realization hit me like a cold slap.
"You didn’t even tell that person to call the...the killing off.". I said, panic lacing in my voice as I reminded him to call off his dangerous order.
RoughCoin leaned back against the bedpost, crossing his arms as his smirk grew wider.
"Oh, don’t worry about it. That was a fake call after all.".
The words were like ice water to my veins.
"You lied?”
"Smart move, wasn’t it?” RoughCoin said, laughing softly.
I stared at him, mouth agape. The shock rolling over me like a tidal wave. He had played me...again. My humiliation only deepened when he gestured towards the bed.
"Now, let us sleep.". RoughCoin said lightly, as if nothing had happened.
Part of me wanted
