“That’s it?” Gina suddenly pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from her Hermès wallet and tossed it into the air. Green bills soon fluttered to the ground like confetti.
“Kneel down and pick them up, one by one,” she sneered. “Bark a few times like a dog while you’re at it and, maybe, I’ll forgive you.”
My nails dug deep into my palm.
Jimmy leaned in, his voice low. “Nessie, maybe just apologize. We can’t afford to go against these people.”
He was still acting… Still pretending… It was all fake. I suddenly looked up at him, as if a knife had been driven straight through my chest.
The blond man lost patience and yanked my hair. “The hell’s wrong with you? Apologize already!”
I snapped, shoving him off like a madwoman. “Get away from me! Don’t you dare touch me!”
“Bitch!” The blond man went on full rage, grabbed the Château bottle from the table and smashed it against my head.
The bottle shattered. Glass sprayed everywhere. Warm liquid streamed down my forehead. I couldn't tell if it was wine or blood.
I staggered backward, my vision swimming. Through the blur, I thought I saw Jimmy standing frozen, unmoving.