Chapter 86: Terms And Conditions
Without a second thought, I lunged out of Dante’s arms, pulling a knife out of Teddy at the same moment.
I would be going in blind (HA!), but I was 90% certain that I would be able to stab Antoine or, at the very least, the bitch who brought him.
Unfortunately for me, fortunately for them, Dante’s reflexes were quicker than I expected. Once again, his arm snaked around my waist. But instead of simply pulling me to his chest, he picked me up and threw me toward Tank.
Tank, that traitor, never missed a beat. Plucking me out of thin air, he settled me back on his forearm like it was my throne.
"Sorry," shrugged Dante, a smirk on his face as he turned back to Brittney and Antoine. "She gets a bit stabby when she thinks that someone is being mean to me."
"That’s not an excuse," sneered Brittney, her perfect speech wavering for a moment as she turned a glare toward me.
Putting Teddy back in my space so he didn’t get wet from the snow, I shrugged my shoulders and started to clean under my nails with the tip of my knife. "It wasn’t," I answered with a smirk.
"It wasn’t what?" demanded the other woman.
"It wasn’t an excuse. I don’t need one. If I want you to die, then all you can do is just accept your fate. It would make your life so much easier."
Brittney spun around as she looked at Dante, her mouth dropped open and all signs of pretenses gone. It’s too bad, really. I thought she would play the role a lot longer. Get more people on her side and create drama.
Oh well, I guess I gave her too much credit.