He lunged at me, taking my head and pulling it way back until I became dizzy staring into his eyes. “It’s up when it comes to Alaia, pussy. I’m doing you a fucking,” he paused as he applied more pressure to my neck, “favor by not sliding that fucking straight razor across your neck… but I got respect for Brandon and his shop, so I’m gonna let you breathe. Whatever sick thoughts you had of Alaia being yours, end that shit. That’s my baby, and when it comes to her, I’ll paint the fucking city red… feel me?”
