"Shut your damn mouth. If you so much as breathe a word about what happened here, I swear I'll kill you." Henry Smith’s voice was low and icy, laced with barely-contained fury like he was two seconds from exploding.
But even with that rage bubbling under the surface, he didn’t storm off to beat the hell out of Vincent Allen.
I couldn’t help but wonder—if the woman moaning in that room had been me, what would he have done?
My silence must’ve rubbed him wrong, because the next thing I knew, he grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging in, words slipping out like they were forced through clenched teeth. "Did you hear me?"
I glared back at him, angry enough to shake. “You’re seriously just letting her get away with this? No matter what she does, you’ll just keep covering for her?
