She sighed dramatically.
“Did you know? She barely made it through fifty men before she collapsed. Still had the nerve to clutch my leg and beg—beg—me to return the money to her ‘sweet daughter.’”
She made a clicking sound with her tongue.
“Pathetic, really.”
###Chapter 7
Her words struck like lightning.
For a moment, rage swallowed my entire being. No sound came from my throat—just fury, raw and blinding. Then I snapped.
I lunged at Piper.
Fists clenched. Nails digging into her skin.
I yanked her hair, dragged her down, clawed at her face, her neck.
“You monster! Give me my mother back, you bitch!”
But before I could do any real damage, pain shot through my back—then my ribs. The bodyguards were on me, kicking and punching until I curled up like a broken doll on the ground.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Colin shoved past them, face grim.
He didn’t even glance at me.
He went straight to Piper—crying, trembling, putting on the perfect damsel act—and wrapped her in his arms like she was made of glass.
His eyes, when they flicked toward me, were cold enough to freeze bone.
“You’ve gone too far. Kneel. Apologize to her. Now.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
He wasn’t done.