Turning to the man beside Brittney, she sneered, eyes hardening, “and you,” she spat, “aren't you supposed to be in some rat hole hiding from the police and not crashing parties with your w***e!”
Brittney smiled a flat, dangerous smile and stepped closer, meeting Matilda's gaze, her eyes glittering with defiance. "Don't be so crass darling. We're just paying a simple visit. As for the lovely Mr Santoro… well, he seemed much more interested in me, dear. Perhaps you should choose your pawns more carefully. Or maybe he just has better taste."
"Damn you," Matilda hissed. "Ungrateful, ambitious… You think you can waltz in here and take what's mine? You think you can outsmart me?"
"Oh, Matilda," Brittney purred, stepping closer, her voice a dangerous caress. "Everything you have is built on l
