Chapter 37. Fear of Her Past

Olive blinked her eyes repeatedly before she finally understood what he was talking about. He was actually referring to the time he had choked her when she told him he would have to earn her forgiveness. Goodness! Even she had forgotten about that.

“Let’s have something stronger,” he said to her, pulling out a bottle of Devil Springs Vodka. Her eyes flew open as he quickly uncorked it and prepared to pour it into his glass. He was going to mix it with the cocktail.

That specific liquor was dangerous, and it always did her dirty. The first time she had it, she felt like a puppet in its hands.

She had literally thrown herself at a US senator whom she was supposed to escort under orders from the Vrek Cult. She had been just one of the bodyguards accompanying him to an underground casino in the nation’s capital. The senator was no saint; he had extensive dealings wit