Livia’s POV
There are no cars around.
There’s no one around, at all. Not a single person.
Just us outside the diner. With me cornered, flattened against the barred door, with David breathing down on me like a predator finally finding its prey.
Behind him, Tyler stands and watches, posing against the lamppost like a bystander. If I try to run, he’s going to be there.
David can smell fear, and the last thing I want him to have is satisfaction from doing this.
Somehow I managed a smirk. “You just crawled your way out of prison and you’re up to no good already? You want to go back so bad, don’t you? Why? Did you find a lover there—”
Smack.
The back of his hand lands on my face. Hard. I can feel his knuckles hitting some bones. I gasp in pain, but I don’t show it. I just smile at hi
