Isabella shrieked and launched herself at Floyd like a feral animal.
Floyd dodged backward effortlessly, sending the shackled woman crashing to the floor with a sickening thud.
"You two-faced snake!" She spat through gritted teeth, her manicured fingers clawing at the linoleum. "I did your dirty work - ruined Clara's pregnancy like you asked! Where's my payment? That dream wedding with Lance... gone because of you!"
Clara's breath hitched. If this madwoman spoke true, some shadowy puppeteer had orchestrated the attack.
Isabella was merely the blade, not the hand that wielded it.
Floyd crouched, fanning out a brick of hundred-dollar bills. "Want your blood money? Just say my name, sweetheart."
Isabella's cracked lips stretched into a grotesque smile as she barked out broken laughter.
