Terrified of Carlos's impending outburst, Mr. Connor desperately clung to the man's pant leg, sobbing and begging—only to be kicked away with brutal force.
"Didn't you just say touching my woman was worth dying for, huh?"
The angrier he became, the more sinister Carlos's grin grew. "Perfect. Tonight I'll let you die happy then."
With a sharp snap of his fingers, Ruckus sprang into action, immediately signaling The Speakeasy's bouncers.
Mr. Connor was dragged behind the curtains—silence fell briefly before being shattered by an unearthly, blood-curdling shriek.
The sound was straight from the pits of hell, making Alicia instinctively tighten her grip around Carlos's neck. The icy realization hit her—had she actually sought another man tonight, that scream could have been hers.
Carlos
