A maid led the way to my quarters. She opened the door and stepped out of the way. I went inside, taking a second to stare around the room.
It wasn't anything too luxurious. But I couldn't give two f***s about the room. I wasn't here for that.
“Leave.”
She did. And I was finally alone. There wasn't any need to hold back the retch. So I let it out, storming into the bathroom.
I went to the toilet seat and threw up every bit of garbage I ate at that table. Gulping down every dish there felt like suicide. But I couldn't reject not to. It was all part of the plan to make them ease up around me.
Stepping back to the room, I spotted a bottle of bourbon on the table. For a second, I hesitated, imagining it was poisoned.
But I wasn't just any guy. I was Vince Walker. The rogues were sm
