"You've got some nerve hijacking my car," Emily said. She showed no trace of fear, radiating an air of authority.
The tattooed man smirked, his grin full of arrogance.
"If your bodyguards were here, we wouldn't have dared. But too bad, they're all at the hospital protecting Brandon."
He glanced at Gabriel dismissively. "And all you've got left is this pretty boy. How could we let such a golden opportunity slip by?"
Emily's expression didn't waver. "I must say you're not entirely brainless. You even managed to bribe my driver. But tell me, who's your boss?"
The tattooed man sneered. "You'll find out soon enough. Now, get out of the car!"
Emily's tone turned sharper. "You're not in any position to order me around."
The man's face darkened as he motioned to one of his lackeys. A thug h
