“They don’t like you, Rosi.” “Me? What did I do?” Wick snorts. “Well, let’s see. You hit Heather with a frying pan. Got all the girls in your court to dump their boyfriends…” “She was flirting with you, knowing you belonged to me. And those guys! Every last one of them came on my face!” I refute. “They gave me dead, black roses! I’m the victim here.”
