ROBYN
“Spade!” I called him again.
Spade didn’t respond. He didn’t look at me either. He was still shirtless, his
body glistening with sweat. The blood dried on his hairline. He was shaking and his stance was weak, like he was high or drunk, like he wasn’t even there, like he was lost, if it even made sense.
How was it even possible?
The Spade I knew was gone. He never lifted his gaze as if he was too
exhausted, too broke to care, or too terrified to make eye contact.
Two armed men stood behind them, the same scenario as the hotel room, only this time
The time they were guarding Spade as if something ominous was going to happen our lives might just depend on his action.
“What the f**k did you do to my son?” Sean tried to get out of the chair, but had no luck getting off free, j
