The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 946

"I'll tell you right now, kid, I own half the badges in Greenvale," Sully bragged, his face twisted in a cocky sneer. "Instead of worrying about throwing me behind bars, you'd better start worrying about staying breathing."

Sully's smugness was the final match to the powder keg of Connor's temper. Moving with terrifying speed, Connor closed the distance and buried his fist into Sully's gut, over and over, until Sully gagged and coughed up blood over his own shoes. Tied up and missing teeth, Sully's fighting spirit was entirely useless against the relentless assault.

Hearing the sickening thuds, Connor's crew rushed into the room, ready to jump in.

Connor held up a single, blood-knuckled hand. "Stay outside."

Sully wheezed, gasping for air, but still glared up at Connor. "Take these ropes off and fight me like a man."

He thought he could bait Connor into a fair brawl. In a sanctioned ring, Sully's experience would be a lethal advantage. But Connor wasn't interested in honor. He looked down at the bleeding man and spat in disgust.

"You think you've earned the right to fight me? You're a rat living in a sewer. You aren't worth the skin off my knuckles. Stop wasting my time. I'm going to ask you one last time—where is Felicia? Tell me now, and you walk out of here in one piece. Keep your mouth shut, and you'll beg me to kill you."

Sully wasn't intimidated. He just laughed hoarsely. "I've had thousands of punks just like you begging on their knees. You're nothing."

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