“You’re a crazy bitch!” Lawrence shouts. I grin, facing him now. “No. I’m a pissed off crazy bitch. You knew me when I was younger. You knew my brother too.” A smirk graces my lips as the color starts draining from his eyes. “Those tears won’t save you, whore,” I repeat, though this time I can see him realizing why I’m saying those words. “Beg me to stop.”
