Chloe Sinclair had long since ripped off Donovan Holt's hat, revealing a ferocious face.
She had a death grip on his hair, forcing his head up. Donovan Holt's vicious eyes were locked on her.
"I'll fucking kill you!"
Chloe Sinclair reacted as if she'd heard a joke. Her grip suddenly loosened, and Donovan Holt instantly lost his center of gravity. His head slammed hard onto the floor, the pain leaving him stunned for several moments.
Chloe Sinclair planted her foot on his face. She bent down, leaning close to his ear, and whispered, "Do you really think you have a chance?"
Donovan Holt started to curse back, but his eyes met Chloe Sinclair's.
When he saw her icy gaze, like a lone wolf stalking its prey, a shiver ran through him.
He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
"Donovan Holt, with everything you've done in the past ten years, a hundred bullets wouldn't be enough."
