As he spoke, Virgil Davies's long, powerful hand moved down, tearing Shirley's clothes off.
Shirley wrapped her arms around Virgil Davies's neck, whispering sweetly in his ear, "Sir, it's an honor for Shirley to be liked by you."
This woman named Shirley had been by Virgil Davies's side for three months already.
During these three months, she had witnessed too many people die at Virgil Davies's hands.
Seen too much of Virgil Davies's bloody and cruel side.
She was afraid of Virgil Davies.
Afraid that she might inadvertently anger him and meet a bad end.
Yet, at the same time, she loved him.
He was so handsome and charming, the most wickedly alluring man she had ever seen in the underground gambling den.
He was the high king, the king of the underground gambling den, her king.
She willingly kneeled beneath him, eagerly obeying him.
However, just as her soft, boneless hand slid down towards the man's abs, Virgil Davies grabbed it.
