Instead of heading straight home like I should have, I walked up to the bar and demanded that they give me the strongest drink they had. When the bartender asked me for my card, I snatched the drink away from him and told him that the owner would be kind enough to pay for me. I wanted to get hammered after today, but didn’t have any money to my name.
I slid onto one of the barstools, glancing up at Marco staring at me from across the bar. I wasn’t killing any man tonight or tomorrow or even the next day. Cristian couldn’t get me to do it even if he threatened me with death. There was absolutely no way that I’d let him control me like he had with Ben.
That was why Marco would do it for me. I’d do anything that I had to do to get him to comply. Flirt with him behind Cristian’s back, sleep
