#Chapter86
Fucking Tom. I make myself a promise to make the threat come true when I get back to Spokane.
/"What the fuck are you talking about?/" I yell and manage to dodge his next hit, but not for long because I feel him kick my stomach again. I feel pretty fucking nauseous at this point.
/"Don't fucking yell at me!/" Grayson shouts. /"I'm not a fucking idiot! Did you think I was going to let you move and quit this gang?! Fuck no! The first opportunity you'd have, you'd tell the cops everything!/"
/"Oh, right, and mention I was the main smuggler during that?! Of course not, you fucking asshole!/" I yell back.
/"Oh, I know you won't because you won't speak to them at all./" he smirks and hits me again. /"Have you ever noticed what a good place to bury a body this place is?/" he asks.
I frown. /"I don't even know what the fuck is going on in your fucking head at the moment./"
