RHEA
I take my sweet time looking around the mechanic’s shop—anywhere but at my kidnapper, who’s wiping black grime off his still very shirtless body. I’m assuming it’s engine oil. I refuse to care.
Jude drops me off and disappears just as suddenly as he showed up. One second he’s there, the next he’s gone. Not even Oldie pays him any mind.
Every tool, every bike I look at makes my anger spike higher. It builds. It coils. And eventually, I can’t hold it in anymore.
I’ve learned one important thing in life—get things off your chest immediately.
It’s that, or end up back in prison for murder.
“What am I doing here?” I snap. “Why did you lie to me? And why the hell do you even exist—”
“One question at a time, Dot.” Damien smiles, and somehow that makes it worse. “Can you pass me the wr
