He narrows his eyes, then they widen. “You’re that rich girl that flashes her t**s for the paparazzi.”
She snorts. “Yep. That’s me.” She leans close to his ear. “Better known as the Black Demon.” I love when she lets that drop. They go from real brave to pissing their pants in seconds. “Stupid name, really,” she continues. “They got one glimpse of me in my gear and ran with it.” She shrugs. “Whatever.” She walks over to her torture table, gliding her fingers over all the shiny knives before she snatches one up, pointing at Chadwick. “You know why you’re here?”
He gulps, “But I have a wife and kids!”
“Exactly,” she snaps, her whole playful demeanor changing. She is indeed a goddess.
Of death.
“I’m giving those kids peace of mind that you will never f*****g touch them.”
“I would never
