Chapter 93
“In the box.”
“Are you f*****g insane?” Rikka already knew the answer to that. Why did she bother asking?
Jason smiled up at Franco. His smile had a twisted “I told you so” look to it. Like “I told you we should have f****d the s**t out of her first” or something equally vile. He spoke almost as rarely as Sam, but the feeling was completely different.
She could really, really, really do with seeing Sam’s face right about now. Rikka fought back against the tears that idea brought. He’d want her to be strong, so she’d be strong.
Franco Lamar leaned down until his face was so close to hers she could smell his hair mousse and his breath mint. He kept sucking on those flat little strips like they were drugs he was addicted to. Franco cared a lot about how he looked. Rikka hoped
