Chapter 4

Dead silence followed my words.

Then Vivian burst into uncontrollable laughter and mockery.

"What a slut. Begging for it before you even see him!"

"But the Don's name isn't for trash like you to say! You've got a death wish!"

The next second, her eyes turned even more ruthless. She raised both hands and slapped me twice. Left and right. Her sharp nails left bloody scratches on my neck.

"Hold her down! Hold her tight!"

Julian didn't hesitate. He pressed his weight on my shoulders. He shoved my face into the floor.

My cheek flattened against the marble. Even though I was pinned, my mind was crystal clear. I knew the door could open at any second.

The man I once loved with all my heart was currently pushing me to the slaughterhouse. Playing the executioner's most loyal dog.

A sharp sting spread from my collarbone. The skin broke. Drops of blood seeped out.

Vivian let out a sick, crazy laugh.

"Ruin this birthmark. Ruin this face. Let's see how arrogant you can be!"

Julian sucked up to her eagerly.

"You're absolutely right, Miss Vivian! If you're still mad, take some naked pictures of her! Let's see how she seduces men after that!"

Chloe mocked, "Ruining her face and birthmark is too easy on her."

"Let's strip her naked and throw her in the slums. Teach her what happens when she offends Miss Vivian!"

Listening to their sick carnival, blood tasted sweet in the back of my throat. I sighed silently.

Every mark they left on my body would be an epitaph carved into their tombstones.

My brother's methods will teach them what it means to beg for death.

The next second, Julian reached for my slip dress.

I struggled violently. All my remaining strength exploded. I kicked him hard in the knee.

Julian groaned in pain. His eyes turned more vicious. He slammed his knee violently into my back. A crushing weight pressed down on me.

"Stop fighting. You're just dead meat on the chopping block."

Ultimate humiliation drowned me.

Vivian's smile turned more cruel. She grabbed the last piece of fabric covering me. She yanked hard.

With her other hand, she pulled out her phone. She quickly opened a live-stream room on the dark web.

"Throwing her out isn't enough. I'm going live. I want every gang in New York to see how cheap this slut really is!"

Right at that very second!

A deafening crash exploded.

Those expensive double doors were kicked open violently from the outside.

Bang! The heavy wooden doors slammed into the walls. A terrifying boom!

A tall, imposing figure strode in. Carrying a suffocating, low air pressure.

"Who permitted this mess?!"

The madness on Vivian's face instantly turned into joy. She held up her phone. Her voice dripped with sickly sweet pride.

"Don! You're just in time! I'm teaching a clueless new toy a lesson for you!"

Julian looked up quickly. Tail wagging like a lapdog.

"Don! We specially found you a top-tier beauty with that butterfly birthmark you've been looking for! Absolutely clean!"

"Please accept our loyalty! Give our smuggling route a chance!"

My brother's footsteps stopped dead.

His gaze cut through the crowd. It landed on me. Pinned to the floor. A complete mess.

He saw my swollen, red cheeks. He saw the bloody scratch marks on my collarbone.

Most importantly, he saw the face he had been searching for for five long years. The face he thought about day and night.

The ruthless Don's mask shattered instantly. Replaced by endless panic and devastation.

Clatter. The lighter slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.

While Julian was paralyzed by this dead silence, I pushed him away. I grabbed the sofa and slowly stood up.

I met Cassian's utterly shocked, speechless gaze. I spoke softly.

"Cassian. Is this how you welcome your own sister?"

"If you had come a second later, your dogs would have stripped me naked and live-streamed throwing me into the slums."