Boldness.

*Vincenzo Ace.*

It was all for a competition, but she seems to hold a special hate in her heart for me.

“Now, tell me—” I pulled a chair to sit right in front of Selena, “What are you?”

She didn't show any indication that she had acknowledged my words. Her eyes roamed about, looking at anything else but not me.

I see.

She had decided that it was the best choice to handle the situation with arrogance and pride, thinking she could appear unshaken and confident.

She knew perfectly since she had dwelt in the game of the kind of world I lived in. Showing fear was a great advantage to your enemies. Showing fear meant weakness.

I nodded at her shielding act before turning to meet the cold eyes of my men. Hence, I instructed. “Over there—” I motioned towards the iron pipe. It has both sides stuck to the floor and one crossed over it.

“I need you to tie her up there, using her hair.”

Suddenly, her eyes sprout up to look at me. Her nose flared in storming rage, “What do you mean?”

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