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“The only thing that matters, baby.” His eyes glinted. “Money.”
I didn’t have money, and the asshole knew that. He didn't have to tell me how I was supposed to get it, because I knew he didn't care. I could either ask Sinclair or Dorian for the money...or I could make it on my back again.
And neither of those things would happen. Ever.
“If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the cops,” I warned.
My voice held a steadiness that the rest of my body did not. I kept my hands clenched so they wouldn't shake. I couldn’t let him see. I had to be strong now.
“Is that how you want to play this?” He seemed unruffled by my demand. “You don’t think I’ll do it?”
“Go!” I barked.
The ferocity of the command surprised even me. He took a step back, casting me one more evaluating glance before turning and heading for his car. His laughter floated back to me, still shaking in the doorway. It only intensified the roiling sickness in my belly. But I was determined to see him leave.
Only when Elroy was finally out of my sight did I run into the building and into the lobby bathroom. Once I emptied my stomach, I went to the sink, rinsing my mouth and face. I didn’t cry though. I had to figure out what to do. I didn't doubt Elroy would make good on his threats, and I needed to have a plan in place before that happened. Not just because it would hurt me and Dorian and even Sinclair. But because it would hurt Mikala.
And there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.
