The tenuous hold that she had on her control snapped. The pieces flinging out and whipping against her heart.
Fuck them.
Fuck them all!
“SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL OF YOU!” All four of them turned to her.
Rick looked regretful.
Danny looked panicked.
Branson looked pissed.
Dominic looked livid.
And she was sick of it all.
“This isn’t about you, this isn’t about your stupid family. This is about Mark and you going at each other isn’t helping him!” She yelled.
“Stay out of this. You’re just like him,” Dominic snarled pointing to Branson. “You don’t belong here.”
Rick and Danny took a step back from Dominic at his words, both of them shaking their heads in disgust, and Dominic’s face dropped as soon as the words were out.
“Fuck, I’m sorry that wasn’t true,” he muttered.
Fucking bastard.
She could see the truth. He wished he could take the words back, but the fact was that he couldn’t.
Mark was right.
He had told her that he wasn’t going to yield when it came to her.
And she wouldn’t either.
“I don’t know what your problem with me is. But I have not clawed my way up from hell just to deal with you and your petty bullshit. Sit here and rot for all I care, I’m getting my Mark.”
Then she turned and walked away.
Headed for the stairs going straight to her room.
A plan forming in her mind.
As she mounted the stairs and slipped into the room that she and her Mark had shared, she heard the distant yelling in the background.
Even now they were putting themselves first.
Squabbling between themselves.
She quickly grabbed a bag. Kneeling down on the floor she pulled out the box that held everything important. Getting the documents and necessities that she needed, not bothering with the rest of it.
It didn’t matter.
Taking one more look around the room, she grabbed a folder off the nightstand.
The folder that Dominic had used against her.
The folder that had started it all.
