LILA'S POV
I turned to look at him, hoping-praying-he would tell me he was joking. But his look was dead serious. Dead serious.
Once again, I'm reminded of the contract I signed. Once again, I'm reminded that I have zero say.
My skin feels like it should crawl off my bones-irritated, clawing, and upsetting[.]
"The countdown begins, little hornet," he slurs.
His fingers snap.
The room falls into an awkward, unnatural silence like he's the f*****g king of the entire place.
Not a word. He doesn't say anything. He just looks.
Those same unreadable looks he always flashes me. But this time, something's different. The hatred isn't there. Instead, his glare shifts to the women on the pole.
And without a single word, they scamper away-like they're afraid he'll shove their intestines down
