I went down hard, pain shooting through me.
The bodyguards hauled me to my feet and
dragged me in front of Blake and Willow.
Blake gave Willow a cold smile. “You want to punish her? Go for it. I’ve got your back.”
Willow’s face lit up. She slapped me twice, then spit right in my face.
“Bitch! You thought you were so tough, didn’t you? How tough are you now?”
She kicked me hard in the stomach.
I clutched my belly, gasping, and looked up at
her and Blake.
“You’re going to regret this. I promise you.”
Willow laughed. “The Harringtons are one of the top three richest families in Chicago! What
can a nobody like you possibly do to us?”
“Today, you’re going to learn what happens when you mess with me!”
She pulled a nail clipper out of her purse and
slashed it across my face.
My cheek burned like hell, and I felt the skin
swell.
Someone muttered, “I told her not to mess with the Harringtons. Now she’s paying for it.”
“Such a pretty girl, and she just ruined her
face.”
“Sometimes it’s better to just swallow your
pride, you know?”
Willow raised the
clipper again, ready to cut
- me. The thought of being disfigured terrified
- me. I begged her.
“I’m sorry! The dress is yours. I shouldn’t have
argued with you.”
I’d get my revenge later. Right now, I had to
save my face.
But Willow slashed me again. “Too late for
apologies, bitch! I won’t let you go until I’ve had
my fill of revenge!”
