Chapter 9

MICHIGAN

Just then, the woman who had started all of this stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you talk to me like that?" she spat at Armando. "You're just her lapdog, following her around like a lost puppy.”

Armando's face turned red, but he remained calm. "I'm not a lapdog. I'm a friend. And you're being rude and disrespectful, not just to me, but to Michigan as well." His voice was firm, but his tone was measured. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

“If there's anyone who should be ashamed is your girlfriend here who hired her own sister to sleep with her husband and was kicked out of the house. Looks like you're the reason she left her wealthy husband, you're just a woman in a man's body,” she taunted, erupting more laughter.

His voice is deadly calm. "If I hadn't come along, who knows what you would have done to her. Leave her alone before I call the police.." The women hung their heads, their eyes downcast. I felt a surge of gratitude toward Armando, for sta