Kidnapped and Sold to My 18 Villain Dads
"Yeah, yeah, she's here! Mr. Scar, this is the woman Mr. Shaw wants. Look, the phoenix tattoo!"
He yanked me up and ripped my sleeve without a shred of gentleness, shoving my arm into the harsh beam of the searchlight so the blood-red phoenix could be seen clearly.
Scarface lazily blew out a smoke ring, his gaze roaming over me from head to toe, shameless and unhurried. He drawled, "Pretty enough. But is she tough enough?"
I lifted my head and met his eyes head-on, then let out a cold, derisive laugh. "How dare you look at me like that, you piece of trash? Aren't you afraid I'll rip your eyeballs out?"