"Come on, Sweetness... stop torturing me," he whispered to me.
"Get the hell away from me," I spat, finally speaking to him. I turned my head to look into his eyes. I knew I looked angry. I could tell from the excitement on Ps.ycho's stupidly handsome face.
"You're my ol' lady, remember that," he said.
I scoffed.
"I don't even have a cut," I replied.
"You'll get one, Shortcake," he said. "Don't you worry about that."
"Will it have Havoc's name on it as well?" I asked, and the tension in the room grew.
"I don't know about that, Bly," Psy.cho said softly. "It won't be up to me."
It won't be up to me either, apparently.
That just makes me so angry. They all almost killed me when I first got here. They let Nikki sneak into the compound while she was banned. They let Everly and Alex ge
