I can almost feel Mico's pity as he loads my last case into the car and I stare numbly at the club in front of me. Standing in the damp grey light of this back street, staring at everything I thought would hold me captive for the rest of my life.
Alexi let me go, just like that, no more worth to him, no feeling, nothing. No longer obsessed with his ownership of me, and I'm just a problem he wants rid of, so he's sending me to be someone else's headache. I have no choice. As long as I still owe him money, I am his to do with as he pleases.
He doesn't want me, my body, or my presence anymore. I don't have to be persuaded to go either. The fact he left me sobbing on his club floor and walked away to let me, said it all. He is exactly who I thought he was. A cold bastard that used me for his
