Their faces set in hard lines, they stood defiant, poised to fight back.
Remyâs hand, curled into a tight fist, eventually fell to his side.
He spat on the ground, his sneer filled with contempt.
âOnce a bitch, always a bitch.
You think youâre someone important? I wonât stoop to your level.
Just get lost!â
Maggieâs hand balled into a fist as she cast a warning look at them.
âIf youâre steeped in sin, beware of retribution at midnight.
Iâd advise you to start behaving.
â
Grabbing Bart, she hastened away from the club.
Though the setting sun bathed them in its warmth, it did nothing to thaw Maggieâs icy heart.
She gazed vacantly into the distance, tears trailing down her face in silence.
Bartâs eyes brimmed with redness.
âMaggie, they set me up.
Iâm going to confess.
â
He moved as if to drive away, but Maggie caught his arm, dabbing at her eyes.
âWhy did you even come here?â
Head bowed, Bart suddenly smacked himself.
âI fell in with some rich folks recently.
They knew you were Sanfordâs girlfriend and wanted in.
They indulged me with food and drinks, and in my carelessness and vanity, I saw them as friends.
They suggested we hit up this club tonight, and boasted it was top- notch.
I didnât suspect a thing and tagged along.
But thenâ¦â
Bartâs voice trailed off as his hands clenched.
âThey must have spiked my drink with something psychedelic.
I blacked out.
When I came to, that woman was beside me!â
Maggieâs spirits sank, a mix of sorrow and fury stirred by his comments.
It seemed likely that Janiya was behind the scheme, setting up the elites to ensnare Bart, waiting for him to slip up.
âMaggie, Iâm truly sorry.
Why donât you confide everything to Sanford?
Heâs got such influence.
Surely, he could figure something out, couldnât he?â
Hope glistened in Bartâs tear-filled eyes.
The mention of âSanfordâ conjured up the image of the dashing man in Maggieâs mind, and her tears fell again.