Mikhail
The look on Liliana's face was unsettling. Fear flickered in her emerald eyes. And for some reason I found myself oddly protective of that vulnerability.
I smirked. “Your turn, wifey.” My voice came out deeper than intended.
The blade glinted under the neon lights.
I felt Liliana's body tense up beside me as the blade moved towards her thumb. Every instinct screamed at me to intervene, to stop this barbaric ritual, but I knew better. San Antonio's rules were absolute within these walls.
The guard’s movements were mechanical, practiced from countless nights of this same routine. As the sharp edge of the blade pierced Liliana's delicate skin, I watched her face contort in pain and my face darkened. San Antonio has crossed a line and he would pay dearly for this. I vowed. No
