Chapter Forty-Two
Jonah
“Stupid b***h!” I yelled at the computer. “Who the hell does she think she is? Writing me like I’m some spineless wimp. I’m glad her parents are six feet under. Someone needed to teach that b***h a lesson!”
I glanced in the mirror and straightened my spine, and with a mental pep talk, I reminded myself why I was doing this. It wasn’t just about Spencer. It was about her. I needed to keep calm until I was finished.
Then they all would fall.
My head throbbed, so I grabbed a bottle of wine, yanked the cap off, and tossed back a few gulps and decided to light a joint I had lifted off a body the night before.
“The perks of my bloody job.” I laughed at my pun. Being a cleaner wasn’t my dream job, but it paid the bills. Well, in one way or another, it did. What extra
