Callie was still reeling from the shock of discovering that Club Paradise belonged to Bridger when Trevon returned, draping an arm around her shoulder. “Mr. Drake sure has some skills.”
Callie lit his cigarette, trying to suppress her trembling. “Yeah, without Mr. Drake, we wouldn’t be here.”
“Sweetheart, how about coming home with me tonight?” he asked, leaning in, his face greasy and lecherous, aiming to kiss her cheek.
Callie deftly dodged, playing hard to get. “As long as you pay enough, sure.”
Trevon was quite satisfied. She moved forward to pick up her glass again, but as she leaned too far, a card slipped from her pocket, landing on the carpet.
“What’s this?”
Callie’s movement froze, her breath catching. Trevon had already picked up the card, examining it under the light.
Oh no, she forgot to take it out.
“A Club Paradise membership card?” Trevon’s voice rose, filled with disbelief. His face twisted as he glared at the seductive woman beside him. “Mr. Drake didn’t send you here!”
Callie’s mind went blank, unable to move. “Maybe I grabbed the wrong one.”
Trevon grabbed the knife on the table, stepping back a few paces, extremely wary. “Baldy, call that bitch!”
The goons fumbled for their phones, dialing her number. Fortunately, her phone was on silent, so no ringtone sounded in the private room. But Trevon wasn’t done. “Search her!”
Too rushed to think of an excuse, Callie stood rigid, unable to avoid them. They swarmed her, searching her body, finally finding her phone in her pocket. Unlocking it, they saw two missed calls.
“You bitch! How dare you deceive me!” Trevon cursed, smashing her phone against the wall, shattering the screen.
Callie nearly blacked out.
“Trevon, I came to negotiate. There’s no need to go this far, is there? Besides, you only gave me a few hours. How am I supposed to get half a million that fast…”
Gone was her earlier charm, which was replaced by desperation as she backed away. Her tears were about to fall.
Trevon’s knife glinted menacingly. He spat, “So, you think offering yourself will make up for it? You slut, your worth is far below half a million!”
He grabbed Callie by the hair, dragging her over to Joaquin. “You siblings dare to mess with me!”
Joaquin, realizing they had been found out, had no chance left, crying so hard he almost fainted, unable to form a complete sentence.
Callie was forced to kneel, her knees aching. With her hair pulled, she had to look up as Trevon’s knife hovered above her face. “You’re the first to try and trick me with your looks. If I cut you, you think you’ll be scarred for life?”
Callie was terrified to death, trembling all over. “We can talk, Trevon. I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
Trevon only laughed more maniacally. “Scared, huh? Then I really have to try it.”
He pressed the knife tip to her left cheek, slowly increasing pressure. A red line appeared on her fair skin, followed by beads of blood. Callie broke down but didn’t dare struggle too much.
“Kill me! You might as well kill me!”
“Kill you? You’re not worth it, you’re-”
“Am I worth it?” A cold, angry voice interrupted Trevon, accompanied by the sound of the door being kicked open.