C16 CHAPTER 16

“Pass me that bottle.” I hand Carla the booze in the car. She leans over me, shoving her chest in my face. “I can’t believe you bailed on Chris,” one of the minions says. “Can’t you?” Carla coos, eyeing me. “I’m glad you came to your senses. I don’t know why you’ve been hanging around that trash lately.” Every breath takes effort. “It’s easy. I live at her house