Jack
I watched her, the dim light of the bar casting shadows across her face as she took another long sip from the glass. Her eyes were distant, glazed over, lost in a dark, unreachable corner of her mind. The Gambino men had finally backed off, but Samantha… she was drowning, in her own pain. The weight of everything she'd seen, the betrayal she felt—it was pulling her under.
Without thinking, I snatched the glass from her hand, the cold liquid sloshing against my skin.
“Hey!” she shouted, her voice rough, broken at the edges. She lunged for the glass, her fingers grasping at air, but I held it out of her reach. “Give it back, Jack!” Her hands shoved at me, stronger than I expected, but not enough to break my grip.
“No, Samantha.” My voice was firmer than I intended, but I couldn’t l
