Page 75 of Money Reigns

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Tight. Controlled.

But the glass doesn’t care about control.

It wants the truth.

It wants pain.

I slam it into the window once.

The vibration rocks through me.

I hit it again, Right in the corner.

Harder.

A crack forms. A spiderweb across the pane.

I should stop.

I don’t.

One more blow and it shatters, jagged edges gleaming in the moonlight, a rush of wind pouring in like a scream.

I stare down at the street below.

So far.

So close.

Wes thinks Olivia will break.

Thinks she’s just like the rest.

Delicate.Temporary.

He doesn’t see her.

Not the way I do.

She walked into my life for a reason.

She doesn’t ask why, she just moves.

She works.

Sheobeys.

Shelearns.

Fuck, I think Ineedher.

I press my palm to the jagged edge of the broken frame, blood beading instantly.

I welcome the sting.

It’s real.

She’s real.

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