MIMI

All I could do was clasps my hands over my nose and think of a way to beg for mercy.

"I'm sorry for talking bad about Corrie." I stuttered. "You have to understand." My body trembled. "You don't understand how hard it was to watch my husband pick her over me again and again with each bid." I chuckled.

"You don't expect me to like her all of a sudden do you? She's fucking lucky I didn't even shoot."

"I never got to thank you for what you did in the ferry." Emmette muttered playing with his ciga.

My body relaxed a bit, but I was still tense. He...