Rhea's Pov “I bet she cleans up nicely, Officer Roy,” William said, a disgusting, slimy tone coating his voice. He stepped closer to his brother, placing a hand familiarly on his shoulder, “But she’s trash, a low-class thief who thinks she can con her way into wealth. We should teach her a lesson first, before we throw her in a cell.”The officer, Roy, didn't take his eyes off me. His gaze felt heavy, violating, lingering on my body with an unnerving possessiveness. He squatted down, bringing his face closer to mine. The stench of cheap cologne and stale sweat wafted off him.“I heard you were pretty mouthy, too.” He sneered, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that looked a shade too yellow, “I hate women who talk back. You know what we do with women like that in the station?”My mind was racing, adrenaline surging. I was trapped, my arms still clamped in the bruising grips of William’s bodyguards. I didn't answer Roy’s disgusting question. Instead, I let out a short, sharp laugh.
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