PART 2 — The Blow and the Words That Cut Deeper
Ryan’s fist came fast—hard enough to put me on the floor.
The folder flew open. Pages scattered across tile like snow.
Across the street, faces appeared behind curtains.
I tasted blood and dust.
Chloe grabbed my hair and dragged me toward the doorway.
“Leave,” she hissed. “It’s three million. You’re not getting a cent.”
I tried to speak, but she shoved me outside.
The door slammed.
They thought fear would keep me quiet.
They didn’t notice the woman across the street dialing 911.
And they had no idea what the police were about to find…
NEXT ➜ PART 3