Page 116 of The Devil We Know

The ginger-looking man turns to him and retorts, “Shut the fuck up. I finally get to tell this bitch how I pulled one over on her, and I'm not going to miss my only chance.”

“You had ample chances to explain whatever you're talking about, so why bother now?”

“Because if you're here, that means you're going to be dead soon, which means it can't fall back and kick me in the ass later.”

“Well, go on then. What are you waiting for?”

His smile turns evil, and he squints at her, a pleased expression on his face. “You didn't give me your virginity. I took it.”

Once again, she shakes her head, confusion on her face and her whisper barely audible to me as she replies, “No. No, that's not what happened. That's not what you said.”

He inclines his head at her, rolling his eyes as he retorts sarcastically, “Because I'm always the epitome of honesty.”

“But why?”

“Because I can. Because I could. And I wanted to.”

She looks down at the ground, a kaleidoscope of emotions shadowing her features, and then suddenly, she smiles, her eyes raising to meet his, as she says calmly, “Well, that'll make this a lot easier.”

He frowns and asks, “Make what easier?”

“Fucking killing you, that's what.”

He pauses briefly, and everyone is silent for a moment, and then he laughs and the men with him laugh. “And how the fuck do you expect to do that?”

“Swiftly and methodically.”

“You don't actually think you can take us all?”

Her smile broadens as she shakes her head. “Of course not, silly.”

The men fall silent again, all of them looking at her like she's completely insane, and I have to say, I'm probably looking at her in the same way.

But then, a more sinister-yet-playful voice pops up from the far side of the men. “She's got a little help from her friends.”

Carolina lunges from the shadows, grabbing the man closest to her by the hair and yanking back viciously, immediately dropping her body down to add to the momentum of his falling backward.

Two of the men move like they're going to help him, but it's too late. As soon as his body hits the concrete, he has a knife sticking out of his throat.

Carolina is on her feet again, pulling the knife out and stabbing him several more times to ensure he won't be getting up to defend any of his friends.

Then she stands there, an Antoinette-worthy grin on her face as she asks, “Who’s next?”

The group of men lunges for her when a shriek from behind me draws their attention. Startled, I turn, pressing my back against the metal drum just in time to see Camilla streak by, her battle cry almost more intimidating than the large knives she’s brandishing in each hand.

Camilla makes short work of the remaining men, and then it's just ginger-looking guy standing there, looking like he's going to shit his pants.

Camilla and Carolina circle him, but they make no move toward him as they each stop beside Jessica, flanking her. Carolina turns to Jessica and asks, “Did I hear this fucker correctly?”

“Depends on what you think you heard.”

“Did he say that he's a no-good piece of shit rapist?”

“Well, he may have implied some form of coercion and exploitation, but I do think that the gist of it was definitely rapist.”

He frowns, shaking his head and attempting to take a few steps backward, but then Camilla points at him and says, “Don't fucking move.”

He stops moving and says nothing, likely realizing that anything he says won't do him any good.

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