“Looks like I’m going to have to do a repeat performance,” I mutter. “I made over a grand tonight.” Knox’s jaw tics. “There will be no repeat performance.” He stubs his cigarette out in the nearby ashtray only to immediately pull another one out of the pack. “I told you, you’re done.” “Sorry, pal, but you don’t control me.” Reaching over, he grips my chin. “Read my lips. You’re not going back to that shithole. I don’t want you working there.” I hold his lethal stare. “I’m not quitting my job for someone who isn’t my boyfriend.” He opens his mouth, but I’m not done talking yet. “And no, I’m
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