Chapter 9 Asking For It

"How much do you want? Name your price—" Jude gritted his teeth. He was prepared to part with a large sum when a harsh stomp on his back abruptly cut him short.

"Shh … quiet."

Hannah raised her index finger to her lips and smiled. She spoke to her phone, "Hello, 911? I want to report a crime."

"You motherfucker! This is a gang dispute! How could you call the fucking cops?"

Try as he might, Jude couldn't understand her intentions.

"Do you know how many rules you just broke?" he grumbled as he was taken away. One of his eyes was swollen.

"I don't give a shit about your rules." Hannah clenched her fists impatiently.

She delivered a swift blow to his other eye. Soon enough, both eyes had matching bruises.

"To me, the law is the rules. Now go to the detention center quietly, dickhead!"

Jude was an ordinary thug in the red-light district. Other than the protection fees he demanded, he wasn't involved in anything too serious.

His trip to the police station was an opportunity fo