**Tara**
I was dumbfounded, scared. Did they also see Razor and his men? "I'm telling the truth!"
His grip tightened in my arm, and I winced in pain, but I refused to show any weakness. "Stop lying bitch."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, raising my chin up defiantly.
"Don't play games with me, Tara," Tom growled, his face inches from mine. "My men saw you coming out of that motel. What were you doing there?"
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. If I told him about Razor and his men, it would only make things worse. But if I didn't, Tom would surely find out eventually.
"I...I was meeting someone," I finally admitted, lowering my gaze to the floor.
"Who?" Tom demanded, his voice rising in anger.
"Just a friend," I replied, hoping to deflect his suspicions.
Tom's grip on my arm loosened slightly, but his expression remained hard.
