It sounded like a compliment, but I couldn’t shake the instinct to rip his throat out with my bare hands. The words alone were enough to make my skin crawl, but there was something about the way he said it—like a promise, twisted and too familiar. I stayed silent, not trusting myself to respond.
But Ricky? He didn’t care. He stepped closer, like a predator moving in for the kill. “You’re going to die for what you did,” he said, his voice low, coated with malice. “But not for a long, long time.”
A grin stretched across his face, all teeth. “Baby, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” His gaze flickered over to Sophia, who sat there, shackled, looking far too calm for my liking. “Both of you.”
A chill ran down my spine. Was he serious? Was he actually getting off on this? Before I could even
