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Jessie
Cort scanned the cabin’s interior, his eyes hard, nostrils flaring, as he took in Linny’s body. “The f**k?” He muttered. His lips parted from their thin line as his gaze jerked my way. “What the f**k?” he repeated, shoving Shiv out of his way to get to me. “I told you not to hurt her!”
He dropped to his knees beside me, seemingly uncaring of the piss and puke on me.
I pressed against the wall, leaning away from his reaching hands, his words filtering through my brain.
He’d told Shiv not to hurt me.
Money.
Whimpering, I turned away, but Cort untied the rag from around my head, yanking the gag from my mouth.
I let out a shriek and punched at him with my bound hands, but he clasped my forearm.
“I warned you, Jessie, but you couldn’t listen. Why couldn’t you just let me have
