"You wouldn't dare." Juan's expression was cold and murderous. If looks could kill, the man holding Arya would have died a long while ago. "I'm asking you nicely one last time, let her go."
"And I won't be telling you nicely," the man replied. "No. She belongs to our boss, you stole her from him."
"I never stole her. She was presented to me on a silver platter by one of your men," Juan smirked. "Are you aware Dominic has a price for whoever reveals a traitor to him? Especially if he has punished someone else for a mistake."
"I am well aware how my boss operates," he responded.
"What if I allow you know who the traitor in your midst is? The person who gave her to me?"
"In exchange for the girl? Never!" The man spat at Juan's feet. "One day, the boss will still find out."
"Are you su
