Mother’s Morning Motivation: A Family Therapy Session with Kimberly Moss

“Say, ‘You’re welcome,’ Bitch.”
“You’re welcome.” My voice was stronger than Dustin’s when I talked. Vxxx “If either of you screw this up for me, Brianne gets a bullet to the head.”
It was hard to see because it was still kinda dark. “Now.” His voice gave off the chill of a killer’s, so I stumbled backwards down the ramp to his old beat up truck. I screamed out in pain for a few seconds, until John covered my mouth. “Don’t apologize for taking what the female body has to offer.” Dustin was steaming with anger, but John didn’t care. Our eyes met, and I read his mind so easily. I looked over at Dustin, who was holding onto his stomach with his tied hands.