Catherine’s POV
Scarface drops me so fast my feet nearly forget how to stand.
My stomach still aches from where the bastard punched me.
He immediately steps back, raising both hands like he’s suddenly an innocent man.
“I’m just following orders.”
Clinton stays quiet.
Which is strange.
Why isn’t he asking questions? Like who the hell sent them?
He doesn’t even look surprised.
Does he know something I don’t?
Scarface glances nervously at his partner, helps the other man to his feet, and the two walking refrigerators quickly disappear.
Just like that.
No one argues. No one challenges Clinton.
Apparently, when Clinton gets angry, even gym monsters decide today is not a good day to die.
Clinton takes one slow step toward me.
Instinctively, I try to step back, but I stop myself a
