Now that he'd finally secured a dose, did anyone honestly believe she'd give it up?
Denys shut her down without hesitation. "Absolutely not. You come first."
"Mr. Simmons, you can't do this." My voice cracked. "Denise can't wait—"
"And Maureen can?" His laugh was cold, cruel. "Don't make me laugh. The daughter of some escort doesn't deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as her."
The disgust on his face hit me like a slap. His words drove into my chest like poisoned needles—each one finding its mark.
I swallowed the pain. "A man with your connections can find another dose whenever he wants. Maureen won't have to wait long. I don't have that luxury. No money. No connections. Nothing."
It was the truth. He didn't want to hear it.
"There's only one dose of this drug." His tone was final. "Maureen gets it."
He pulled out his phone and dialed. When the call connected, his gaze stayed locked on mine. A smile—slow, deliberate, vicious—curled at the corner of his mouth.
"The moment the specialty drug arrives, administer it to Maureen immediately..."
"You bastard!"
I lunged for the phone.