Chapter 52

"Shut your damn mouth. If you so much as breathe a word about what happened here, I swear I'll kill you." Henry Smith’s voice was low and icy, laced with barely-contained fury like he was two seconds from exploding. But even with that rage bubbling under the surface, he didn’t storm off to beat the hell out of Vincent Allen. I couldn’t help but wonder—if the woman moaning in that room had been me, what would he have done? My silence must’ve rubbed him wrong, because the next thing I knew, he grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging in, words slipping out like they were forced through clenched teeth. "Did you hear me?" I glared back at him, angry enough to shake. “You’re seriously just letting her get away with this? No matter what she does, you’ll just keep covering for her?” His eyes stayed downcast, gaze locked on my face. “I told you already, I never touched her. She’s a normal woman, she got needs. Some other guy stepped in, that’s all.” Watching him talk so damn calmly, thinking