#Chapter125
‘What else has she ruined? What other crass choices has she made and thrown on MY fucking club? ’ I throw my hands on my hips, that fierce in me coming out because I am damn protective of this place, and the thought of that skanky bitch undoing all my hard work in one fell swoop has me eating broken glass. I hate that snivelling prat with a vengeance and she just gave me a reason to want her to choke. Now I’m raging and engulfed in pure venom. My eyes tearing everything apart manically and I inhale as a smell lingers around me that I noticed coming in, but didn’t analyse until now.
It smells damp and musty in here as though it’s gone unaired for months. I start sniffing through my blocked and bunged up nose, like a crazy person, and Alexi lifts a comical brow at me studying my behaviour.
