“I do what needs to be done,” I say flatly. “Now, let me go, or I’ll scream.”
“I’ll let you go if you visit me.”
“f**k off, Brad.” I wipe the sweat from my brow with my free hand. “This isn’t the place for your games!”
“But it’s the place that signs your paychecks.” His grip tightens just a little. A warning: Do not test me. “So do your fuckingjob, or I’ll make sure no hospital in the country will ever hire you again.”
Pain sears up my arm, but I bite my lip and bear it. Because it’s nothing compared to what I’ve endured in the past—and to histhreat.
Brad isn’t the kind of man who bluffs. He’s the kind of man who’ll scorch the earth just to rob you of the feeling of grass underyour feet.
And right now, I can’t afford to be burned again.
Because it’s not just about me anymore.
Pleas
