“See, the problem is,” he pulls my top low enough that the top of my boobs is showing. Then he pushes his index fingers hard against the bruise he left on me last week, making sure to hurt me in the process. “This, boys, has Caden King written all over it. And I’m afraid if I see you touch what’s mine again, I will have to kill every single one of you in the most sadistic way you’ve ever seen. And,” he inhales through clenched teeth, “it will be fucking bloody. Believe me.”
