Chapter 34. Failed Me Twice

I watch myself at a distance, turn and spot the group of Santos heading my way, looking towards the person of the head I’m inside, and instantly put my nose down and go into total submission. You can almost taste the change in my disposition as I realize they’re coming to my stall, and I’m not happy about it. I pull his fingers away sharply, cutting the visual and seeing enough, not wanting to watch any more of how feeble and unworthy I always was in their presence.

“Doesn’t prove anything.” I shrug and turn my face away from him. I do not want to revisit memories of those men making me feel like trash anytime they talked to me.

“The memory is from my eyes, not yours. It proves plenty. Do you want another?” The cocky hint, and I can feel the smirk as his hand comes back to rest on the flat of my stomach, a little too comfortable for my liking. It annoys me how easily he slides into a touchy-feely mode when he’s the one who severed our ties. He has a woman somewhere in th