“Dean!” Chloe shrieked. “What the hell is she talking about?! Say something!”
“I have no idea where this is coming from, baby. Don’t listen to her—”
“Liar,” I snapped. “The bruises on him? They’re not from some drunk with a gun. Roman gave him those—after he walked in on Dean trying to force himself on me.”
The room was dead silent.
Aunt Janice made a sign of the cross. My mom was literally clutching her pearls.
“You told me to bend over the counter,” I continued, voice hard and unwavering. “Ten grand. That’s what I was worth to you. You said it'd be our little secret.”
Dean froze.
Chloe looked like she’d been slapped.
And for the first time, I didn’t feel small. I felt like fire.
Let them deal with the truth now.
“What did you just say?” Mom whispered, her face turning pale.
