Bruno, you’re hurting me,” I gasped, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let go.
With his free hand, Bruno picked up the gold pen and forced it into my trembling fingers, clamping his massive hand over mine, physically forcing my hand down toward the paper.
“I said,” Bruno hissed in my ear, his breath hot and smelling of stale coffee, “sign the damn paper, you stupid bitch.”
The tip of the pen touched the crisp white paper. The ink began to bleed into the page, starting the first letter of my name. V.
Suddenly, from the hallway downstairs, the heavy electronic chime of our home security system shattered the tension.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
A mechanical, automated voice echoed through the house: “Front door opened. Guest access code activated.”
Bruno froze, his grip on my wrist loosening just a fraction. “What the hell? Who is that? Did you invite someone over?”
“No,” I whispered, ripping my hand out of his grip, dropping the pen.
Heavy, frantic footsteps began racing up the stairs. But it wasn’t the sound of one person. It sounded like a stampede.
Before Bruno could stand up from his chair, the office door was violently thrown open.
Standing in the doorway was Chloe Vance. Her hair was completely disheveled, her expensive makeup smeared across her pale face, and she was clutching a designer handbag to her chest as if it were a shield. She was trembling violently, her eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated terror.
“Bruno!” Chloe shrieked, her voice cracking into a panicked sob. “Bruno, we have to go! We have to leave right now!”
Bruno stood up, his confusion turning into anger. “Chloe? What the hell are you doing here?! I told you never to come to the house! Arthur is here, we’re in the middle of—”
