We’re all quiet because, thanks to Babydoll, things are about to change. We don’t know how, but I can feel it. We all can.
I’m driving, while Cian is riding shotgun and Rory is in the back. Rory was relieved when I told him I didn’t need Darcy after all as Babydoll had the information I was looking for.
Darcy was going to eat the head off me when I told her I had to go. I didn’t give her an excuse, just that I had to leg it.
The moment I stepped outside, I got into my car, drove home and punched the shite outta my punching bag for an hour. All I could see was Babydoll’s bruises and welts. The bruising indicates she’s been hit before. And the welts were fresh.
I wish this was a one off, but I know better, which is why I’m not going to stop until I find out who did this to her.
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