chapter 2

Victor's hand suddenly gripped Emma's chin roughly, forcing her to look into his cold eyes. His face was inches from hers, his breath whispering harshly against her lips.

"Watch your damn words when you speak to me, my princess."

His thumb pressed hard against her lower lip. His

men noticed, but he didn't care about them or my gang.

His men exchanged sharp glances and whispered among themselves, “The boss is finally losing his temper over a woman.”

“He doesn’t touch anyone like that.”

Emma’s gang members tensed, ready to fight if Victor crossed the line. But Emma rolled her eyes and tried to escape Victor’s grasp.

Victor's grip tightened momentarily before he abruptly released Emma's chin. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed by the tense atmosphere. His cold eyes never left Emma's face while he casually lit a cigarette.}

“My princess has sharp tongue today.”