Seeing Emilie's confusion, Lizzy flashed a malicious smile. "The only ones who survive are the bastards who toss their morals aside and turn on others for profit."
Leave? No way. She wasn't going to slink off with her tail between her legs.
If she left, it would be on her own terms.
Lizzy grabbed the bottle of gin, holding it by the neck, and slammed it against the table.
Shards of glass and liquor flew everywhere. Emilie squinted but said nothing, her confusion growing.
Holding the jagged neck of the bottle, Lizzy moved it close to Emilie's delicate neck and then casually tossed it aside.
"These past few years, you've been trying to quietly get rid of me... But have you ever thought that someone like me could take out someone like you with just a single bullet?"
"You're threatening
