Shemika
I swallowed some of the blood while some dropped on the floor as I walked away.
Somehow, I just felt like I was doomed already.
Dom's grip around my wrist was tight, but I couldn't complain.
What the f**k? He thinks I'll run away or something?
We approached Bishop's office and Dom placed soft knocks on the door. Without waiting for a response, he slowly pushed the door open, and we both stepped in.
Bishop was standing at the very end of his office, his hands behind his back like he was already expecting us.
Hell, I'm done for!
Dom tossed me forward as if he was exchanging me for a package.
I stumbled backward, fear gripping my legs and I could barely stand.
The blood on my mouth was clotting already and I could feel its dryness stuck to my lips.
I couldn't help but pani
