No more nice Aster.
It was time for the men of this world to realize who the fuck they were dealing with.
“I do have a dick, and I’ll show it to you.” I strode towards him determinedly. “In fact, maybe I should pull it out and shove it up your ass.”
Angel’s men snickered behind him, forcing him to stop retreating.
“Let’s see it then, if that’s the truth.” Reaching forward, he grabbed my crotch. I pulled the gold knife from the cuff and thrust it to his neck.
“Here it is.” I dug it in until he was bleeding. “And get your hands off me, or I’ll slash your throat.”
Suddenly, the door slammed open, music blaring through the room, and Coulter striding inside. “Get your fucking hands off her.”