Rose Without Her Jack
But what came instead were a few large, brutish men, their faces full of violence and cruel amusement.
Their filthy eyes, the twisted grins—they're etched in my mind.
I held my arms tight around myself, my gaze blank as I watched the couple in front of me, locked in an embrace.
Chloe's clothes had slipped halfway down. Her cheeks were flushed, fingers trailing softly across Mickey's chest.
Then, the phone rang.
Annoyed, Mickey frowned, but the persistent ringing left him no choice.
He kissed the corner of her lips. "Gimme a sec, let me take the call."