I narrowed my eyes. "What does she have on you?"
Lola's lips trembled, and she hesitated, as if weighing her options. "You don't understand…"
"Then help me understand," I snapped, stepping closer, my voice sharp enough to slice through the tension. "Because right now, Lola, you're just another liar caught up in your own mess. And I'm losing patience."
Her shoulders slumped, and she averted her gaze, tears pooling in her eyes. "It's not that simple."
I folded my arms, glaring down at her. "Oh, it's simple. You either talk, or I make sure your life becomes an even bigger mess than it already is."
"You're cruel," she whispered, her voice shaky.
"And you're wasting my time," I shot back. "What's the deal, Lola? Why are you working with Jessica?"
She glanced up at me, her lips trembling, and finally said, "She promised protection."
I laughed bitterly, my voice echoing in the empty room. "Protection? From what?"
