I wiped my face slowly.

Not calm—but controlled.

I looked straight at him.

“Fine,” I said quietly.

Then I reached into my purse…

Not for my card.

For my phone.

My hands trembled slightly, but my mind was clear. I wasn’t going to cry or scream and give them the scene they wanted. Javier leaned back, satisfied, thinking he had won. Mercedes watched, enjoying every second.

I called the waiter over.

“I’d like to speak to the manager,” I said. “And I need security.”

Don’t Miss The Rest! Press Next Button Below To Continue Reading 🔜🔜

Don’t Miss The Rest! Press Next Button Below To Continue Reading.