The leader spat. "You think we're stupid? Let you go, cops show up in five minutes."
His gaze shifted. Landed on me. A predatory grin spread beneath his mask.
"Wait. This one's your wife, isn't she? The dignified Mrs. James." He licked his lips. "Always wondered what high-society women taste like."
The gang erupted into coarse laughter.
Adam looked at the axe against Lola's throat. Then at me.
Silence.
Then, without hesitation:
"Fine. Let Lola go. Take my wife. Do whatever you want with her."
My blood turned to ice.
Memories flashed—years ago, when Adam and I were nobodies running a street stall. We'd encountered thugs back then too. Adam had thrown himself in front of me, taking countless blows. Afterward, holding me with bloodshot eyes, he'd sworn an oath.
"I will never let anyone bully you in this lifetime."
The irony was bitter. Now, to save his mistress, he was feeding me to the wolves.
Before I could process the betrayal, Adam shoved me toward the criminals. Lola let out a theatrical sob, burrowing into his chest.
Rough hands grabbed me. Greasy palms roamed my skin.
"Adam!" I screamed, struggling. "Help me!"