Chapter 9

Wanting to leave was cowardly, but I didn’t care. Not this time. I wanted us not to get hurt. Nothing good existed from Katherine’s parents’ bakery getting tarnished.

“No,” Katherine said. “We can’t let these low-life degenerates get away with it. Perhaps if they weren’t so lazy, they’d have good lives.”

Fair enough. A possible life-or-death situation wasn’t the type of thrill I wanted. But Katherine needed my help. Besides, I would’ve wanted her to help me if our roles were reversed.

The second man flared his nostrils. “You don’t know a damn thing about our lives.”

“We should teach this bitch a lesson.” The mustached man gripped his bat.

“Over my dead body,” I said, raising both of my palms at the man.

The second man smirked at me. “What are you going to do?”

“Stand behind me, Katherine,” I said.

She did what I asked without arguing.

The mustached man glanced at his accomplice. “I think they need to understand how serious we are.”