C9 Chapter 9

FIA

I woke up to the smell of leather and something expensive I couldn’t name. But it had to be liquor. My head throbbed. My mouth tasted like cotton and regret. I blinked against the dim light filtering through tinted windows and realized I was lying down in the back of a car. Not just any car. A limousine.

The memory of the wedding hall slammed into me. The accusations. The lies