Devon
She raises a brow. "Are you going to let me go? If you don't, I'll scream."
"Go ahead," he c***s the gun. "If you think that any of those men are going to come to your rescue, you're mistaken."
"What else do you want from me, then?"
He thinks of the amount of time he wasted on her, and it infuriates him. Her eyes are narrowed in warning. He suppresses a scoff. If she thinks he has any reason to fear her, she's wrong. She could scream as much as she wants, the truth is no one here would dream of intervening. It would be different if they worked for her, but she overestimated her intimidation skills. Honestly, what did she think would happen? He wasn't going to cower in fear. If she believes that only the men she's surrounded by are dangerous, she should've thought twice.
Stil
