"Pay up? Do you have any idea how much you owe? Twenty million! You'll pay it all back, but first, we'll collect some interest!" As he spoke, the man tensed, swung his arm, and brought the blade down.
"AHHH—" A piercing scream, filled with agony.
The pinky finger had been severed! It rolled across the floor, a platinum ring still wrapped around it!
Seraphina Sterling turned deathly pale as she witnessed the scene. She had fired a gun, had killed before, but always in the most perilous situations—at critical, life-or-death moments. And it had always been a clean, single shot to end it.
She had never witnessed a scene so savage. The wretched screams and the metallic tang of blood in the air made her stomach churn violently, bile rising in her throat as if she would vomit at any second.
