Kidnapped and Sold to My 18 Villain Dads
Warm blood quickly soaked through my pant legs.
Vincent shoved my head down with both hands, grinding my face into the ground, his tone twisted and vicious. "You wretch! You might have a death wish, but don't drag us down with you! Apologize to Mr. Scar now, or I'll kill you right here myself!"
Scarface stepped in and kicked Vincent aside like he was nothing. Then, he came over and grabbed my chin, tilting my face left and right to get a good look.
"Well now, that phoenix tattoo actually looks like the real deal." He let out a low, cruel laugh, his eyes filled with a sort of sadistic mercy.