After she finished speaking, Callie remained kneeling on the ground without moving. Scarface immediately stepped forward to force her, but Callie pushed him away, grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the table, and drank it down.
She drank too quickly and choked, coughing for a long time, looking as miserable as a drowned rat.
Jaquan watched her, while the woman beside him lit a cigarette for him. He took it between his lips, inhaled, and smoke swirled around him.
Callie finished the bottle, and the alcohol rushed to her head, making her dizzy. She forced herself to stay focused and stared at Jaquan. “Where is Mollie?”
He gave her a mocking look.
The woman beside him handed Callie a second bottle of alcohol. “One bottle isn’t enough.”
Jaquan’s gaze fell on her. “You’re quite smart.”
The woman accepted the compliment and nestled into his arms. “I learned it from you.”
Callie gritted her teeth, knowing she had to comply. She grabbed the second bottle and drank it down forcefully. The strong liquor burned her throat.
Before she could finish, she coughed and spat out half of it, dirtying the woman’s feet. The woman jumped back in fright. “What are you doing? Disgusting!”
Callie frowned and instinctively pulled out a tissue to wipe it off, but the woman quickly stepped away and nestled back into Jaquan’s arms. “Jaquan, she did it on purpose…”
Jaquan finished his cigarette, exuding hostility. “What do you want?”
“She spit it out, so she should lick it clean with her mouth.” The woman looked aggrieved but was clearly waiting to see Callie humiliated.
Jaquan stared at the woman and smiled. “Do you know who she is?”
The woman hesitated but quickly responded. “Anyone who comes here isn’t ordinary. If they’re with you, Jaquan, they have to listen to you.”
He listened to her answer and still smiled. “Nelson’s ex-wife. Do you know her?”
The woman’s expression stiffened but quickly returned to normal. “Just an ex-wife.”
Jaquan looked away. “Smartass.”
Callie had already withdrawn her hand and was meticulously wiping her fingers with a tissue. She met his gaze with a newfound fearlessness.
Seeing this, the woman picked up a third bottle of alcohol and handed it to Jaquan. “You give it to her.”
In this place, if you couldn’t read a man’s intentions, you wouldn’t survive.
He glanced at her lazily, took the bottle, and handed it to Callie.
She stared at him, snatched it, and drank it down in one go. After finishing the third bottle, the woman picked up a fourth one. Jaquan’s expression darkened, and he signaled Scarface with his eyes.
Soon, the door to the private room was pushed open, and several people brought in a woman. It was Mollie. Her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was stuffed with a rag, preventing her from speaking as she whimpered.
The moment Callie saw her, her eyes widened. “Mollie!”
She tried to rush over but was stopped by Jaquan’s men.
Scarface reported, “She is loyal and refused to tell the truth. She took a beating but didn’t expect us to bring Miss Marsh here.”
Mollie’s whimpers grew louder.
Jaquan glanced at her. “Bridger’s person.”
“They said they broke up, but before that, she managed half of Club Paradise.”
Jaquan sneered. “For so many years, Bridger has blocked so much of my business. It’s time to settle accounts.”
Scarface understood and signaled his men to act. They opened bottle after bottle of alcohol and forced it down Mollie’s throat.
“Beasts!” Mollie’s face contorted in pain as the strong liquor poured down.
Callie couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She crawled on her knees to Jaquan and pleaded, “Please, let her go. I’ll drink, I’ll drink it!”