Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

After a belch, Simon grumbled, "Damn it! Do you really believe I would have willingly joined your ridiculous little party if I hadn't bungled the Sophia Kirkman case?"

He tugged on his tie and spat on the floor. "Just wait and see. I'll secure a perfect win at Sophia Kirkman's court hearing. You'll beg for my help then, and I won't even cast a look at you!"

As he reached for his phone to call an Uber, a group of hooligans sporting colorful patterned shirts under their suits approached him. Grinning, they wielded sticks and swiftly closed in on him.

"W-What are you doing?" Simon's eyes widened. He instantly sobered up.

"Can't you tell? We're here to rough you up." Just then, someone struck Simon's back with a stick, causing him to crumple to the ground.

ground, he continued shouting at them out of pride, "I'm an attorney—the legal counsel of the Beckett Group. The president of the Schmidt Group is my good friend too! Lay a finger on me, and you'll be as good as dead in Solana City. I'll make

think you're scaring? We're veterans. The prison is like our second home by now. Do you think that's going to intimidate us? We heard you're a scoundrel—an

head as the four hooligans started beating him

minutes, he suffered fractures throughout his body. Bleeding

from a luxury car. He recorded the beating while chuckling. Then,

Colene? Want something more? Like, say, defecating in his mouth?" He followed up with two cute emojis, completely deviating from the image of the Ivory Gang

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later, she