Willow was stunned for a second, then tried to
fight back.
The bodyguard my mom brought with her
knocked her to her knees, then pinned her
down.
Willow struggled, turning to Blake for help. “It hurts! Blake, do something!”
Blake signaled his own goons, but they were
quickly beaten down. Blake was forced to kneel
next to Willow.
My mom didn’t hold back. She slapped Blake across the face too. “I’ve never laid a finger on Reagan. You dared to hurt her? You’re going to
pay for that ten times over!”
Blake yelled back, “I’m the CEO of Harrington
Enterprises! You think you can get away with hitting me?”
“I could care less what your damn title is!
The crowd was buzzing like crazy.
“Who is this woman? She’s acting like she
owns the city!”
“Old man Harrington was a mob boss before he
started Harrington Enterprises. Everyone in
Chicago kisses his ass.”
“She just hit his precious son. There’s no way she’s getting out of this.”
My mom didn’t give a crap. She gently touched
my swollen, bleeding cheek.
“Reagan, are you okay? Mom’s here. You don’t
have to be scared. Take what you want.”
I’m not one to let things slide. Willow was going
to regret ever crossing me.
I glared at her and slapped her a few times,
letting out some of my rage.
Then I picked up the nail clipper she used on
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my face and slowly moved towards her.
Willow trembled. “If you hurt my face, I swear
I’ll kill you…”
I slashed her cheek with the clippers, hard.
Willow screamed, and a line of blood
blossomed on her face.
I slashed again and again until her face was a bloody mess.
She was pinned down, completely helpless. All
she could do was scream.
“My face! My face is ruined!”
Hurting someone else really hits different when
the scars are on your skin. Should have thought
about that before she tried to ruin me.
Blake cursed, “You’re a viper! My dad will hear
about this, I promise you. You are so screwed!”
My mom said, “Oh, I hope so. Let’s see who
Harrington protects: you or us.”
My mom pulled out her phone and dialed
Harrington. He answered right away.
“Hey, Mrs. Sterling, what can I do for you?”
My mom’s voice was tight with anger.
