And jammed the burning end of the cigarette onto the back of his hand.
"Leash your dog," I hissed. "Don't let it bark at me. Push me too far, and I'll drag the entire Vance family down to hell with me."
Adrian hissed through his teeth, jerking his hand away. Reflexively, he raised his arm to strike—
But the male model stepped in, shielding me with his own body.
"Mr. Vance." The model's voice was smooth as silk. "You can't hit a woman. Especially not such a beautiful one."
Adrian watched me—tucked safely in another man's arms, my hand resting casually on the model's waist.
His control snapped.
"Hailey Henson," he roared. "You actually came to a club to find gigolos? You just gave birth, and you're this desperate?"
Sara supported Adrian as he straightened, shooting me a look of triumphant mockery. "Adrian, maybe Miss Henson has always been... hungry. Remember back then? She was stripped naked and groped by eighteen thugs, and she didn't get hurt at all. Maybe she enjoyed it. Maybe she had the time of her life playing with eighteen men."
Adrian's expression twisted. His gaze filled with a cruel, resentful light.