While every eye in the room was locked on me, she bent down and picked up a triangular shard of glass left on the carpet from the shattered coffee table.
She pressed the point against her own throat.
She wasn't crying anymore.
"Suse... just go."
Her voice was barely there. Completely calm.
"You can't take me with you. Go. The penalty is mine to carry... just leave me alone..."
The sharp tip had already broken the skin. A thin line of blood trickled down.
I kicked the glass out of her hand.
She froze.
I crouched down and wiped the blood seeping from her wrist with my sleeve.
Then I stood up and turned around.
Bills lay scattered across the floor beneath my feet.
In front of me stood Lucas Perry, smug as ever, and Zane Lambert with that sleazy grin plastered across his face.
Out in the corridor, every last one of my crew had been dropped to the ground.
I drew in a breath.
Then I threw my head back and laughed.
Lucas's eyelid twitched. He took half a step back.
Zane's grin froze mid-smirk.
Even the security guards tightened their grip on their stun batons.
I laughed until I was done, then raised my hand and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.
Then I pulled out my phone.
"Zane, Zane, Zane."