"Just a corpse. What's the point of visiting? No matter how many times you look, she won't crawl back out."
"When Leila tied me up out of jealousy, did she ever imagine she'd die for it?"
She smirked. "Face it, Vienna. Your sister wasn't my match, and neither are you. I've never killed anyone. That's why Hendrix loves me—because I'm clean."
"Be a good dog and stay at my side, and maybe I'll let you live."
I swept my gaze behind her—and didn't see any bodyguards or henchmen. She dared to speak like that alone. She was courting death.
My subordinate frowned, silently asking if he should strike.
I waved him off.
"Some things," I said, "I prefer to do it myself."
Cassidy thought my silence meant surrender. Her smile widened. "That's better. You're learning."
Before the words left her lips, I lunged—fisting her long hair and slamming her to her knees.
"You're insane! If you touch me, Hendrix will kill you!"
"I'm his fiancée—and I'm pregnant!" she cried anxiously.
My eyes flicked to her stomach, and a cold smile curved my lips. "Pregnant? Even better."
I opened the bottle of sulfuric acid my men had brought. The liquid hissed as it met her hair, her screams cutting through the quiet graveyard.