Viktor, lounging against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips, nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, sounds good. She’s pretty, but I don’t make out with married women.” He took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled the smoke lazily. “Let’s just give her a little disfiguration. Her face will be perfect.”
A chill ran down my spine, and I shivered with disgust. My heart hammered in my chest, but I clenched my fists, trying not to let them see my fear. “Go ahead, try it,” I taunted, forcing a smirk onto my face. “Keaton’s going to come after you all, and you’ll wish you were never born.” I didn’t believe my own words, but I had to stall, to do anything to make them hesitate.
One of the men stepped closer, his hand twitching as if itching to follow through with Viktor’s order. He reached out, and I instinctively stepped back, my pulse racing. But then, a calm, steady voice broke through the murmur of threats and jeers.
“Touch her, and I’ll break every bone in your body,” the voice said, cold and commanding.
