Furious 7 Letty Novels & Stories

Seated in a Bentley parked outside the shop, Huey gazed at Chase's retreating figure and said ominously, "You're doomed, Chase Collins. You're so dead! "Why didn't you help me out just now, Master Lemmington? You should've just killed him on the spot." Tyrone Lemmington replied coldly, "Are you kidding me? There were so many onlookers. Surely even the Harrigans can't get away if I were to kill someone in broad daylight?" Knowing he was right, Huey immediately tamped down his irritation. However, he could not help but say, "Are we just gonna let him walk all over us?"

He started screaming as he smashed a wine glass against the floor, grabbed the largest shard, and slashed it toward his wrist. Two air marshals lunged forward and pinned him down hard against the cabin floor, shards of glass embedding into his cheek. Sabrina dragged her stiffened body toward my feet. Her skin had already turned a terrifying grayish-purple. "Lucia… please save me… I'll give you whatever you want… my family has tens of billions… I'm so cold… I'm freezing to death…" she whispered weakly. I looked down at her. "You enjoy watching others suffer, didn't you?" I crouched down, leaning close to her ear, my voice as soft as a sigh. "Consider this a field exercise. Enjoy."