Time for your punishment

Farrell:

I sat shirtless on the sofa near the bed, holding a glass of wine and a cigar in one hand. I stood there, watching her sleep peacefully. A part of me wanted to yell at her face and wake her up. She was stubborn, and she attracted trouble everywhere she turned.

I noticed some movement from her, so I gritted my teeth and observed her. She immediately turned around and drew her eyes open.

“Farrell?” She called out, squinting her eyes. She immediately sat up. I sipped the remaining drink in my glass before pressing the cigar on the ashtray.

“What happened? Where is Kate, Maya? I have to...”

“Kate and Maya are fine. They are glad you are okay,” I said, pulling out my phone to play their voice messages.

“We are deeply sorry for what occurred, Molly.” Maya said. “I wish you had said something sooner,” Kate lamented.

Then she sat, her eyes glistening with tears.

“How about Devonne?” When she asked, I felt a surge of rage because I knew what she was going to do next.

She was going to c