Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
Andy goes still.
He stares at me, eyes widenin'. “You’re not serious.”
“Oh, she's serious,” I reply, the grin returnin' to my face. “And no amount of money will stop me from killin' ya unless ya talk.”
“I’m not speakin',” he mutters, still defiant. Of course. I pull out my dagger, and he laughs, but it’s the laugh of a man who doesn’t understand what’s comin'.
“Ya really think I won’t do it?” I swing the dagger down, buryin' it in his hand. The scream that rips from his throat is music to my ears.