Gio
I shouldn’t be so butthurt. I’m the guy people come to when they need money. Usually, if they have nothing to offer, there’s begging and pleading. The promise of any favor I demand. Threats are far less common.
Marissa was beyond stupid to go there with me.
Still, it sours everything for me. Doesn’t make me any less hard for her, but it sours things.
Here I’d been attaching some mythical importance to her—the girl in every nightmare. I sensed her attraction to me. Wondered if maybe it all meant something.
Something bigger.
Like my second chance has something to do with her.
Fucking ha.
She needs thirty grand just like every other sorry a*s applicant for a Tacone loan. And instead of asking, she comes in and demands it with a threat.
Yeah, I’m still pissed. I want to slap her a
