"What do you think?" Slade smirked, his lips curling into a filthy, predatory grin.
A few of the Black Hand Legion thugs stepped in closer, grinning like jackals circling a wounded deer. Their eyes raked over Sophia with open hunger.
"An ex-exec from Genesis Biotech... real iron lady, huh? Can't wait to hear what she sounds like when she's begging."
"I've always had a thing for breaking the tough ones. They scream the sweetest."
"Bet she's nice and tight too..."
"Hahaha—fucking priceless!"
Their laughter rang out, crude and vicious, echoing through the night like a pack of hyenas.
Sophia's hands clenched into fists, her jaw tight as she struggled to keep her fury in check. Her brows drew together, her eyes burning with rage.
Then, without warning, Slade's free hand reached for her throat—
fingers twitching, ready to grab, to dominate, to do whatever the hell he wanted.
But Sophia was ready for this.
