Chapter 74
Chapter 74
Three seconds crawled by. The expected blow never came. Lucas’s arm hung frozen in mid–air.
Sophia’s eyes followed his palm upwards, where a metallic arm materialized behind her, mping
down on Lucas’s wrist with a vice grip.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Lucas’s face contorted in pain. A sickening crack echoed through the air.
Jason reached around her with his other hand, pulling Sophia into a protective embrace. He
observed Lucas’s agony with a chilling Indifference. “She’s no longer a Taylor. You might have
asked my permission before getting physical.”
Caught in Jason’s grip, Lucas shrieked apologies between pained yelps. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it
again! Please, man, let go!”
With a single, forceful jerk, Jason flung Lucas onto the hardwood floor. A big guy like him, sprawled
out like a ragdoll.
Without a nce at her brother, Sophia whipped her head around to face Jason, gritting her teeth.
“You promised to clear his debts!”
Jason bristled at the usation. He never broke his promises to her. So why the sudden doubt? “If
I hadn’t paid that debt, do you think he’d still be breathing, let alone hitting you?”
Sophia paused, then reluctantly slipped out of his grasp. Her eyesnded on Lucas, still writhing on
the floor. “Then why does he need another ten million?”
Jason furrowed his brow, equally confused. He’d tasked Eric with keeping an eye on the gambling
addict, but somehow, in just three days, Lucas had managed to rack up another ten million in debt.
This kind of spending spree wouldn’tst, not even for the wealthy Wilsons.
Suddenly, Jason stomped his foot down on the back of Lucas’s hand, twisting it with a sickening
crunch. Lucas let out a bloodcurdling scream, sounding like a pig being ughtered. “Didn’t Eric
warn you about gambling?” Jason’s voice was a low growl. “Why didn’t you listen?”
wasn’t gambling!” Lucas gasped between breaths. “This is an investment gone bad, not gambling
debt!”
Investment? This muscle–bound simpleton was ying with investments? No wonder he was
drowning in debt.
“Get out,” Jason spat. “Don’t darken your sister’s doorstep again. She’s a Wilson now, and the
Taylor Group is out of the picture.”
Lucas scrambled to his feet, a pathetic look stered on his face as he turned to Sophia. “Sis, you
gotta help me! This time it’s different–it’s an entrepreneurial venture! I’m turning a new leaf, I swear.
You can’t just let me get whacked!”
Before Sophia could respond, Jason’s icy starended on Lucas, sending him scrambling out the
door. Sophia watched him go, a cold smile ying on her lips. Karma was a bitch.
Ten million dors. Just the thought made her head throb. Where would she possibly get that kind of
money? Even pimping herself out wouldn’t be enough. She might pull in a few grand, but at what
cost? Her body was already wrecked. A bitterugh escaped her lips as she turned towards the
dining room. She thought, ‘I’ll just take things one step at a time. If I can’te up with the money
and Lucas ends up dead, it’s on him.”
Just as she took a step, a powerful hand mped down on her arm, spinning her around. A man’s
knobby fingers, surprisingly strong despite their casual grip, encircled her wrist. She struggled, but it
was futile. Her eyes met his, and a flicker of apprehension danced within their cold depths. “What?”
she snapped.
Jason’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “Whope you’ll reconsider my offer from yesterday. If you
agree to stay, I’ll handle Lucas’s debt
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gain.”
Was this a threat? Was he using Lucas to keep her from working at that club? Was it even
concern? She craved to see him grovel, to watch him crumble. A ten–million–dor solution? “Why
settle for one man when I could have a thousand?” she challenged, her voice dripping with
sarcasm. “Find a rich clieht at the club every night. Sounds way more appealing than watching you
cuddle with your old me every day.
The flicker of hope in Jason’s eyes vanished like a snuffed candle. His grip tightened around her
wrist. “So, you’d rather be a… aamon whore?” His voice wasced with disgust.