Chapter 3
Before my boss could speak, Lillian’s sidekick snatched my phone and smashed it on the pavement.[]
“Calling for backup? You’re just a homewrecking slut–know your place!“[]
“Nice try, whore! Gonna call your other sugar daddies for help?“]
“Girl, we’ve known you since ninth grade–quit the fake–ass act!“]
“Seriously, were you born in a trash can? Because you’re full of shit!“[]
They erupted in cruel laughter, high–fiving each other.[]
I stared at my shattered phone: “Hope you’re still laughing soon later.“[]
Lillian grabbed my collar: “You bitch, are you threatening us?”
Then her eyes locked onto my vintage pendant. Her eyes lit up as she yanked it off:[]
“Ooh, this looks pricey! Another present from MY husband?“||]
My blood went ice cold: “Give that back. NOW.“[]
Seeing my panic, Lillian’s smile turned vicious: “Oh, getting nervous? Must be worth serious money.“[]
“It’s worthless!” I lunged for it. “But it’s mine–give it back!“]
That pendant was the only thing I had left of my parents. They died serving this country when I was seventeen–CIA operatives killed on a classified mission. The night before my eighteenth birthday, they promised they’d come home and celebrate with
- me.
They never came home
Just two flag–draped coffins and this necklace–the only proof they’d ever loved me.[]
Nobody touches it. NOBODY.]
“The more you beg, the more I wanna break it!“[]
Before I could reach her, Lillian hurled the pendant at the concrete with all her strength.
The vintage pendant shattered into a dozen pieces, scattered across the ground like my broken heart.]
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