Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 81

My stomach sank. That explained the heavy, sluggish pulse in

my body. I was on my own.

Chole crouched in front of me, resting her elbow on her knee

and the lighter under my chin. “You’re brave. I’ll give you that.

But brave girls die too. Bravery makes you reckless.”

I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

Her face twisted. “Say something, you whore.”

Nothing.

Stay calm. Stay quiet. Don’t provoke her.

She stood up abruptly and slapped me hard across the face.

My head jerked sideways with the blow. My jaw throbbed. A

metallic tang flooded my mouth.

“Still quiet?” she spat. “You think silence makes you strong? No,

sweetheart. It makes you boring. I can’t kill boring.”

She paced again, her boots thudding against the hardwood. “But

I can maim boring. You want to see what I’m capable of? I’ll

have my men take turns with you. Then I’ll cut off your legs

and feed them to dogs. And your arms? I’ll hang them on the

gates of the Windsor estate like art. Then I’ll douse this pretty

little house in kerosene and burn it down with you in it.”

Another slap. I didn’t turn my head this time. My cheek flared

with pain.

“Why don’t

beg?”

calmly said, “Because you won’t let

Begging won’t change

a fistful of my

even appreciate the mercy I’m offering. I’m

and you’re

but didn’t speak. Every muscle in my body wanted

but I

think being quiet makes you some

makes you holy?” She laughed,

manipulative slut who fooled Ethan, tricked the media, and probably

for that Alexander/creep.”

couldn’t

not

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that ends now.”

again–another slap, harder

Then another.

you

I finally opened my mouth, my voice was low and steady. “Murder is still a crime, Chole.

your life in prison.”

me, stunned for

“Who the fuck do you think you

to people like me? I

heir, you piece

slapped me again. “You’ll rot

You’ll wish I killed

coppery taste

of my mouth as I

was broken. My lip was split,

of Chole’s slap. Still, I

give her that satisfaction.

of me, panting, her knuckles

hand, her eyes

face streaked with sweat and

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voice shaking. “Why won’t you

head slightly, as far

what, Chole?” My voice was calm, low. “You’d

go?”

into a cruel smirk. “No. But