So I finished. "Once you've been beaten by a man, you know him. No matter what efforts he makes to hide."
Vincent wasn't hiding anything.
I knew that when I said it. I didn't say it for the shock value. I said it to let him know I knew who he was.
Not that I did. Just that he was small – not that tall, not that muscled, nothing compared to Cole. Not that intelligent, not that stupid. Just – small. Unimportant in my life. Probably unimportant in a lot of lives.
He might kill me.
But he'd never own me. He'd never know me.
I found that mattered.