46
4:30 p.m.
“Didn’t take you long to—” Laetitia’s smile died on her lips when she saw who was on the other side of the door she had just swung open.
“Eight years, pet. Took me eight years,” Andrew slurred, his heavy palm hitting her right across the breasts, knocking the wind out of her and her legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor. She screamed.
Bile made its way up, gagging Laetitia, as she crawled, like a crab, away from him, her eyes locked on his once-so-beautiful face. There was nothing there but a mass of badly healed broken bones and a multitude of scars. “How did you find me?”
“He didn’t. He can barely see. But I did, freak. You should have kept a low profile. Instead you have bandied your face all over the Internet. It wasn’t difficult to follow you and
