"Good," Maverick pulled back the blade as his jaws clenched at her.
He was furious and she wasn't shocked about that.
"To what end?" He asked in disbelief when she straightened herself, tears streaming out of her eyes as she covered her half-naked chest with the shirt she had unbuttoned.
Carla didn't dare say why she had done that or she feared Maverick might actually drive the blade through her neck right now.
But even without her speaking, he already guessed why she had done that.
"You thought I would blame Lucrezia,"
Her heart skipped, seeing the deadly glare Maverick sent her.
She glued her back nervously to the door, bringing her left hand forward to the side of her neck where he had drawn blood from.
"I-" She tried to find the right words to say but nothing she said at this point would soften his heart toward her, especially when it involved his underboss.
It was a foolish move she had made by thinking no one would find her out.
