Chapter 4

But it wasn't long before Tyra was thrown out.

Stanley was never one to go easy on anyone. Tyra hit the floor with a thud.

Stanley stood in the doorway, shirtless, his hair still damp.

Then he looked straight at me and crooked a finger, beckoning me over.

I knew I was screwed. Why did I have to clean up Tyra's mess?

I really didn't want to die yet.

I tiptoed in, feeling like a thief in the night.

Water slid from Stanley's neck down his torso.

He wore only a towel around his waist, his face flushed, breathing heavier…