Giana was curled up on the concrete floor, her face white as a ghost.
The holding cell contained a wooden plank for a bed and a stainless steel toilet, nothing else.
Kira squatted beside her friend, whose pain-filled groans had subsided into whimpers.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. ‘Giana, what can I do?’
She wanted to lift Giana’s t-shirt to check on her injuries, but she was afraid her touch might aggravate the pain.
The two of them were no match for Kayleigh’s bodyguard.
Last night, both she and Giana got a good drubbing, with Giana taking the brunt of the attack.
Frank was intent on punishing her for striking his employer.
Kayleigh called the police, claiming herself as the victim.
She pointed the finger at Kira and Giana, and accused them of ambushing her
