William Reid kept Erin Sutton by his side, taking her to various events.
After ten years together, it was the first time I saw him taken by another woman.
I had been with him from scratch, building his gang, ensuring his safety, representing him in deals with other gangs.
I endured being shot without complaint, believing this would earn William’s love.
But Erin Sutton didn’t have to do anything; within three months, she had secured her position in the gang.
William looked at her with the same admiration he once reserved for me.
He always smiled indulgently at her mistakes, too soft to scold her.
I sat on the couch, meticulously wiping my gun with a black handkerchief.
This was the gun William had given me long ago, and I treasured it deeply.
He had said:
“This gun cost a fortune, Amber. Only you deserve something this good.”
Indeed, since then, I’ve looked down on every other gun.
Over the years, other women had come close to William, but he dealt with them all.
But Erin Sutton was different.
She looked like me but wasn’t me.
I was decisive and ruthless; she was like a little white rabbit, appearing naive and clueless.
Perhaps it was just a whim, or perhaps he genuinely liked her.
Either way, William’s feelings for her made me extremely uneasy.
After some time, I put away the gun, preparing to leave.
Just then, the door swung open.
William Reid and Erin Sutton entered one after the other, William looking grim while Erin’s eyes were red, clearly having cried.
I asked, “What happened?”
William remained silent, and Erin timidly glanced at me, not saying a word.
I shot her an impatient look, and she finally spoke softly:
“I… I messed up the deal, lost fifty million…”
Upon hearing that, I felt darkness cloud my vision.
Today’s deal had been planned long ago, and it was supposed to be me attending.
But when the time came, William suddenly insisted on bringing Erin, wanting to show her the world.
I gazed into her eyes, my voice turning icy:
“You’ve lost more than just fifty million; you’ve lost a good partner.”
“What exactly did you do?”
Her pupils constricted, and she cried out in pain:
“I didn’t mean to! Miss Willis, please let me go! I’m sorry…”
Seeing her like this only fueled my anger, and I tightened my grip.
“Let go.”
At that moment, William shot me a sidelong glance.
Our gazes met in the air, and he pursed his lips, his expression darkening.
Not wanting to upset him, I slowly released my hold.
Erin immediately hid behind William, clutching his shirt as she sobbed quietly.
“It was just a deal. There will be more opportunities,” he said.
William rubbed his temple, fatigue evident in his voice:
“Erin lacks experience; it’s normal for her to say the wrong thing.”
Then he turned to me:
“Where’s your gun?”
I pulled it from behind my waist, but before I could speak, he snatched it away.
He handed the gun to Erin Sutton, his voice gentle:
“You take it for self-defense from now on.”
Erin took the gun, glancing at me nervously, “I don’t know how to use a gun.”
I frowned, displeased that William was doing this.
But just as I opened my mouth to protest, he had already clicked the safety off.
Holding her hand, he aimed the gun at me:
“Just pull the trigger, this gun is worth a fortune; it works well.”