A terrible smile.
“My brother said I should've hit you harder the first time.”
From the hallway comes a familiar voice.
“Oh, this is gonna be good.”
And there he is.
Ego.
Of course, he followed me.
Probably to pick up Sabrina, but still.
I don't even turn around.
Because all I see is Jonas.
All I think about is those bruises already forming on Mary's wrist.
“Look, Montego, this is all a misunderstanding?—”
“No.”
He blinks.
“No?”
“No misunderstanding.”
I take another step.
He's backing up now.
Good.
Fear looks excellent on him.
“See, Joel, I've had a lot of free time lately.”
His face tightens.
“And while you were busy harassing teachers and threatening women who aren’t interested in slimy motherfuckers like you, I've been busy.”
Another step.
“I’ve been following the money.”
His complexion changes.
Not much.
But enough.
Interesting.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”