Chapter 4
The pain hit me so hard I nearly blacked out. This face—my sister spent a fortune, hired the best doctors, and it took three whole years to fix it up. ‘And now he just ruined it like that? She’s never gonna let him get away with this!’ “You’re… dead… meat!” I spat the words out through clenched teeth. That was it—Blade snapped. “Son of a bitch! You’re cursing me, you little shit?” He slashed at my lips with the knife. “Curse me again! Go on, curse me again!” All I felt was a numb, searing pain. I couldn’t even form a single word anymore. He wasn’t done yet, his hand twitching like he wanted to do more damage. But then we all heard it—heels clicking outside the room. “Queen? What are you doing here?” ‘It’s her! My sister! She’s here!’ I tried to get up, but pain shot through my leg—the bastard had smashed the back of my knee with an iron rod. I collapsed instantly. Scarface’s face went pale. He urged Blade, “If she sees this, she’ll lose it. Hide him! Now!” Blade and the two thugs dragged me into the kitchen. The sliding door shut just as my sister stepped inside. “Scarface, didn’t I tell you to start decorating the villa already? Where is everything?” “I just got here,” Scarface lied. “The stuff’s still in the car. I’ll get the guys to start bringing it in now.” He led the other two out, leaving my sister alone, her heels echoing through the villa as she looked around. “Mmm… The decor’s actually nice. He’s gonna love it.” Then she stopped at the kitchen. “This the kitchen?” she asked the designer, already reaching to open the door. I saw her silhouette through the frosted glass and couldn’t hold back anymore—my tears just burst out. ‘Dixie, please! Come in! Please save me!’ The door slid open, slow and quiet. She stepped in, and the moment her eyes landed on us—on me lying there all bloodied and on Blade crouching over me—she froze in shock. “Boo? What are you doing here?” she asked. She pointed at me, frowning. “Who is that? Why’s his face covered in blood?” ‘Dixie’ It’s me! It’s really me! Please recognize me!’ I was tied up and couldn’t even move properly, but I tried—I squirmed and crawled toward her with all the strength I had left. But Blade kicked me in the face. “Fuck off. Stay down.” My head spun from the blow, but I still tried to mumble, “Big sis… Dixie…” With that, Blade exploded; he stomped on my mouth again. “You still got the balls to call her ‘sister’ in front of me, you pretty little shit?” But I knew… My sister trembled at the sound of my voice. She knelt down, staring at my face—trying to place it. But before she could connect the dots, Blade jumped in. “Boo, I get it, alright? You don’t have to hide it. He’s your plaything from abroad, right? “This villa? You bought it for him. I didn’t say anything because you’ve worked so hard. You wanna keep someone on the side, that’s your right.” He blinked rapidly like he was about to cry, his voice all broken and soft. “I just… I just wanted to see what it is about him that you love so much. “If I knew, maybe I could change. Maybe I could become more like him and make you love me more, too…”