Free Perfectly Mixed by Ancelli Page B

She lifted it up, making Liza see her reflection in the mirror. “You were the one that fucked up on whatever you had with a great man, not me. I will never give up on Shane,” she placed the mirror back in her purse, and looked up. “You wanted me,” Larissa moved around the desk, and stood right in front of her. “I’m not afraid of you or your stupid brothers.”
    Liza took a step back.
    “Now,” Larissa smirked. “Do you value your job?”
    Liza’s lips thinned, glaring at her.
    “I can have you fired any time I want,” Larissa voiced. Now who had leverage?
    “What are you talking about?” Liza’s voice dropped low.
    “Guess what?” Larissa raised her voice. “I work for corporate. They sent me to find out what was going on in this branch. Why so many employees are quitting, and I think I have found the problem. It’s your racist ass.” Larissa twisted her lips. “I don’t have to touch you to hurt you.”
    Larissa could hear commotion outside. All of a sudden the door flew open, and Shane ambled in slamming it shut. “You fucking bitch,” he grabbed Liza by the throat, walking her backward until he banged her against the wall. “How long have you been beating on my son?” he roared.
    “Shane!” Larissa yelled, “Shane!”
    “You beat my child over a fucking drawing,” his fingers wrapped around her neck. Liza was trying to fight him off as he eased her off the wall. “He’s an innocent child, and you beat him over some shit.”
    “Let… me… go,” she scratched at his arms.
    “Shane… please let her go,” Larissa begged. He was surprised to see her, he glanced back and then at Liza.
    “I didn’t… mean… to… hurt… him…” she said between breaths.
    “You didn’t mean to fucking hurt him?” Shane’s voice was vicious. “It’s not the fucking first time.”
    “Shane,” Larissa grabbed his arm trying to move him, but he didn’t budge.
    “Larissa, what are you doing here?” The veins in his neck throbbed.
    “I’m working,” her voice rattled, she was worried about him. He was hurting Liza, and she could see his grip getting tighter. “Baby, whatever happened we can solve it together, please let her go.”
    “Check your phone,” he demanded.
    “Huh?”
    “Check your fucking phone,” he repeated.
    Larissa walked over to the desk, picked up her phone and searched as fast as she could. And then her heart stopped. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the marks on his baby’s back and legs. “Oh God,” she gasped. “Why?” Larissa turned, yelling at Liza.
    “I didn’t…” Liza held onto his wrist. “I didn’t mean… to hurt… him.” She coughed.
    “Why would you do something like that to someone you love?” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “He’s a baby!” Larissa shouted.
    “Because of you,” Shane’s chest heaved up and down, letting Liza’s feet touch the floor.
    Larissa dropped the phone, staring at them. Liza hurt that precious little boy because of her. “Me?” Shane didn’t look back. She sighed; Shane wasn’t going to kill her. If he had wanted Liza dead she would be by now. He was putting fear in her, letting her feel what Grayson must have felt, betrayed by his own mother. Larissa knew Shane was reliving his childhood in an abusive house with his parents.
    “Because he loves you, Larissa” Shane cracked his neck, his chokehold on Liza wasn’t as tight as before. “Because I love you,” he said to Larissa, and then glared at Liza with shiny eyes. “You will never see my son again,” he balled his fist, and put it near her face making her flinch. “You fucking come near him and I will kill you,” he whispered.
    “Shane, walk away and let me handle her. Please, baby, we’re getting married next Friday remember, and we can’t do that if you’re behind bars.” Larissa touched his back. “I’ve got you.”
    Shane swung and punched a hole in the wall right next to Liza’s head. “You fucking bitch, you’re