THIRD PERSON POV
“P-Please. P-Please...” Trisha’s words slurred, strained into a fragile, breathless whisper as she dragged herself across the bloody tiles toward Vera’s feet. “Please, Cro-Crown C-Class is all I-I have. P-Please. L-Let me ma-make up for—”
The head of Vera’s heel connected with her face. Ruthless. Merciless.
She kicked her away the second Trisha’s fingers dared to graze her leg in a desperate bid to beg.
Disgusted, Vera rolled her eyes, before glancing at Indigo.
“Get this piece of s**t out of my sight.”
Trisha still managed to scream—though it was broken, ragged with shattering cries for mercy, pity—
For anything that could save her.
Redeem her.
If the video got leaked, she’d lose everything.
Her reputation.
Her privileges.
Her friends.
And even her pack might
