At the mention of Gina’s name, Jimmy’s expression suddenly turned cold.
“What’s the rush?” he said flatly. “The welcome dinner for Gina happens to be on her birthday…”
He paused, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll give her a surprise she’ll never forget.”
“Oh man, post that little video online,” the blond guy said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “Let’s make sure she can never show her face again!”
I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood. Without thinking, I stumbled out of the hospital and into the street. The wind lashed against my face, sharp and stinging.
Back in my cramped apartment, I sank to my knees in front of the wall. There, taped above my mattress, was a photo of Jimmy and me. His smile in that picture was so bright, so warm—like it could melt snow.
Now, all it did was make my blood run cold.
Memories came crashing down on me like a tide.
A year ago, I was cornered in an alley by a group of thugs. They were pushing me around, laughing—until Jimmy showed up out of nowhere and pulled me out.