“What should I have done instead, Angelo? Left with you?” “Yes.” “For what? To bare my ass to you? Treat you to a show of me touching myself?” I thump my head against the window and grit my teeth. “And then what? Go back to Alberto and face an even bigger beating?” The car skids to a sudden halt, the tires screeching against the slick road. I lurch forward, the seat belt cutting into my neck. When I whip around to ask Angelo what the hell he’s playing at, he’s pinning me with a dangerous glare. “Say that again.”
