“I was wrong, Maverick, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. Please… please stop hurting me.”

Brittany was covered in injuries, in so much pain she wished she could pass out right then.

“Aren’t you always dying to know who it was that went into Zaina’s room at the Waldorf that day?” Maverick said. “Fine. I’ll tell you right now.”

Maverick bent down, closing in on Brittany.

“I… I don’t want to ...