Eight
Evelyn
I told Leo what was on the video.
And then I told him everything else he asked, in between sobbing and begging for the pain to stop. And while I did, I hated myself for having been so stupid to throw my own life away because I wanted to protect a man I’d known less than twenty-four-hours.
“Please, stop! I’m sorry!”
“You’re sorry? Guess you should have thought about that before you switched sides. How did he make you do it? Was it money, or did he just stuff your snatch that well?” Leo pulled back the hand he’d been punching repeatedly into my stomach, looking over his knuckles as if to see if he’d caused himself any damage.
“He didn’t do anything,” I gasped between dry heaves. “I f-felt guilty. He was so kind to me, a-and I b-betrayed him.”
Leo snorted. “Kind? Marcus St
