Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I watch as the men approach me, their faces adorned with sinister smiles. Paul appeared pleased with the orders he had given them.

“Just give her a single shock, boys, then take a break. We need to be ready for when that jerk boyfriend shows up with his entourage.”

Instead of worrying about being electrocuted, I focused on Ace. He had been preparing to confront his cruel uncle ever since they killed his mother, and I believed he could take them down along with his men.

One of the men, who looked to be in his early twenties, approached me. He brushed his black hair back, his striking blue eyes locked onto mine.

"I'm Malik. And you are?" he asked, with a hint of pity in his voice.

"Do you always make conversation with your victims?" I seethed, my gaze fiercely piercing into his face.

"I just thought you were cute and wanted to help you out of this situation; after all, I'm Paul's right-hand man." He casually twirled a lock of my hair around his finger.

"Ge