Kira's POV
I watched Ashton walk away, his bold words still ringing in my ears. The audacity he had to threaten me, yet there was something about his defiance that sparked a dark thrill within me. I smirked, my fingers brushing the handle of the knife concealed in my boot.
“Keep talking, keep irking me, Ashton. It’ll make putting you down all the more satisfying,” I murmured to myself as I followed him out to the car.
When I sat in the car, I gave him a deadly gaze but he only grinned at me. Gosh! I hate him!
As we drove through the city, the streets blurred into a haze of lights and shadows. My mind was laser-focused on the task ahead. Anthony Reigns had dared me, I can't forget about the bullets I had to pull out of my body, the pain I had endured... Oh man, that asshole is gonna pa
