Giovanni hissed, cursing his luck. Watching as the young woman in the chair, he wanted to pull his gun on her and pump her lithe body full of live rounds. He wanted to beat that know-it-all smirk plastered to her face despite the blood trickling from the cuts on her arms and legs.
Throughout everything, she’d remained strong, which was proving to be more trouble than it was worth. So far, she'd taken the lives of more than a handful of his men.
"I could kill you," he said as he walked around her. "Your friends would never know what happened to you. You will be swimming with the sharks, dead as a doornail."
She raised a brow at his words, "For your information, there’s no concrete evidence decisively confirming or denying the existence of sharks in the Port. You’re not the smartest appl
