I slapped Aimes. Hard. Hard enough to whip his head to the side. But not nearly as hard as I wanted to.
What on earth had he gotten me involved with?
Everyone in the room was now staring at me.
"Please go up there," Aimes said as he turned his head back to me, seeming unfazed by my hit. "For me."
"I don't owe you shit."
"Please," he whispered. "It will be so much worse for you if you don't."
"Wow, okay," I hissed. "So you're threatening me now?"
"It's not a threat from me, Harlow. Please."
What was that supposed to mean? I glanced toward the hallway where my only other exit could be. Big, burly men now blocked it too.
The air funneled from my lungs at the sudden realization. I was trapped.
"You owe me so big for this," I told Aimes, but when I started moving toward the
