“Otherwise…” She drew out the word, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Consider it your medical bill.”
My expression turned ice-cold.
“Merla, you’re really digging your own grave. Do you have any idea who you just laid hands on?”
Instead of backing down, Merla’s arrogance only grew. “You? Who could you even be?”
She lifted her chin, signaling toward the entrance. “That Bugatti over there? A single drop of its paint costs more than your entire car!”
I could not help but laugh.
She didn’t know what that old Ford of mine really represented. Every mafia family in the world would be bowing in respect the moment they saw the license plate.
Merla’s ignorance was not the scary part.
The scary part was that she did not even realize she had just made the worst mistake of her life.
