My hands shook uncontrollably, as they rested upon the old, rusted door handle, each fibre of my being begging me to walk back through that door and run over to Dominic again. But all I could seem to do was stare at Jake, a man I thought I could trust and who had helped me the most throughout the years, my brain seemed to know what was happening and prepared to learn the truth but my heart, it didn’t want to accept it. “You’ve been talking with Dean?” My timid voice asks feeling that same rush of fear flood through me even hearing that name, I should have finished the job the last time I saw him. “Oh, innocent Ivory, I haven’t stopped talking to Dean, he and I have always been… I wouldn’t say friends, but he is one of my best workers.” Jake, who had seemed to morph into a darker much more sinister version of himself sniggers, his bright eyes no longer sparkling and his voice deep. “What are you talking about, Dean works for you?” I asked not having a single idea about what this man
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