I could see that she was nervous as I drove through the gates of home, but I didn't care. I didn't try to reassure her when she looked at me with pleading eyes. A deal's a deal. With me, there was no room for screw-ups. Two things, I'd asked her for two f*****g things, and we weren't even in a month yet, and she pulls this s**t.
"Get inside." She jumped out of the truck and ran to the house. I wasn't quite sure what I intended to do to her; I just knew that she'd been warned. The memory of his hands on her burned into my brain as I got out and followed her. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, wringing her hands nervously as I walked in. I just stood there and looked at her for what felt like hours as I tried to calm myself down.
"Come here." She did the wrong thing then when she shoo
