"Well fuck me," Bea swore as Jesse bailed, right on the cusp of what could have been a powerful alliance.
"Fuck," she swore again, pounding a hand into the steering wheel. She wanted to pound her hand bloody against the wheel, to vent rage until bone shattered, but that was a childish luxury she couldn't afford, and so she took the next turn and slid the Phaeton ungracefully into the nearest parking spot.
"Here's the deal," Bea declared, turning in her seat to meet Dominic's eyes. "Privately, we work together. Publicly, our alliance appears to extend only as far as it is convenient. If I appear rude, denounce me. If others offer punishment, voice your agreement. Whatever you see fit. And, in the meantime, I'm going to remove pieces from the board. Pieces whose absence will create opportunity for us. Do you understand?"
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