“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “If you’re goin’ to be funny, you better beat it.”
“Mendetta’s a big shot around here. He runs everything. He makes plenty of dough, but he ain’t goin’ to last. Do you hear, baby? He ain’t goin’ to last.”
She looked over at the door. “Can’t you lay off this crap? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I’m tired. I gotta get some sleep. Let’s get this over, an’ then you beat it.”
Raven nodded. “Don’t work yourself into a lather, sister. Get on the bed. We’re goin’ to get some sleep right now.”
She dug up a false smile. “That’s fine, darlin’. I don’t know anythin’ about this Mendetta guy.” She went over to the door. Her heart was beating wildly, and she kept her eyes averted so that he shouldn’t see her panic.
He said in a chilly voice: “I said get on the bed.”
She put her hand on the door−knob. “I’ll be right back,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll be right back.”
Before she could open the door, he had left the chair, shoved her away from the door, slammed and locked it. He took the key out of the lock and dropped it into his pocket.
The look on his face terrified her, but she tried to bluff. “Get out of the way an’ unlock the door,” she said weakly.
He thrust out his hand and sent her sprawling over the bed. He leant against the door. “When I tell you to do a thingyou do it.”