“Ink?” Everything clicked into place and I felt my stomach drop. “You didn’t. Samantha, tell me you didn’t hurt him.”
“I thought I killed him,” she admitted with a cold indifference. “I didn’t mean to, but I just got so angry. I grabbed a big bottle of vodka and bashed him over the head with it. Then, I poured it on the pool table and set the thing on fire. Can you imagine how surprised I was when I read about the attack and that the guy survived?”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“They must suspect me if they recruited you to spy on me. I’m not going to let that happen.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I said, backing away as she raised the bat. My eyes scanned the room desperately, looking for anything I could use to defend myself, but there was nothing around and she stood between me and the only way out of the room. I was screwed.
Then, a frantic pounding came at the door. Who the hell was here at this time of night?
“Naomi, open up,” Smoke’s voice called out.
Rage erupted on Samantha’s face at the sound of his voice.
As she glared at me, I let out a scream.