Chapter 119
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Davina didn’t flinch. “Good. Make sure everyone hears you when you do,” she retorted, her voice laced with mockery. With a powerhouse like Christina in her corner, she had every reason to let her swagger show.
“If you lose, you’re kneeling and apologizing too!” Bruno countered, not backing down.
Christina didn’t even blink. A calm, amused smile curved her lips. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
That subtle smile caught Bruno off guard, leaving him frozen for a beat. A breeze drifted by, carrying her delicate scent—soft and sweet, with an edge of mystery.
At that moment, he made up his mind. Win or lose, he had to have this woman for himself.
Bruno’s imagination churned with depraved visions of what he’d do to Christina once she was at his mercy. He shot her a vulgar, lopsided grin. “In the bedroom, you’ll kneel too.”
Christina smirked coldly, a flicker of malice flashing in her eyes.
Davina let out a harsh scoff, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. “You’re delusional, you repulsive pervert!”
Bruno only looked more pleased with himself, his grin stretching even wider. “That fantasy of mine is about to become reality.”
“You…” Davina started to fire back, but Christina’s slight shake of the head and knowing smile made her bite her tongue.
Davina huffed, lips curling in disgust. “I’ll spare you for my friend’s sake—but don’t push your luck!”
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A sly smirk curled across Bruno’s lips as he sized them up, certain they lacked the strength to do anything more than hurl idle threats. One eyebrow arched in challenge, he reached for Davina, but she smacked his hand away with a sharp, punishing blow.
Bruno didn’t even blink. He just let out a low, vile chuckle, bringing his fingers to his nose and breathing in, revoltingly pleased with himself. “Go ahead and enjoy your petty insults while you still can,” he sneered. “It won’t be long before you’re the ones in tears.”
Davina glared daggers at him. “Don’t act so sure. You might be the one choking back sobs when this is over.”
Bruno snorted. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?” His eyes slid back to Christina, devouring her with a brazen, predatory stare that seemed to undress her in his mind.
The way Bruno eyed Christina—bold and dripping with lust—was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
High in the stands, Brendon’s temper boiled over. His fists tightened and loosened in a cycle of seething, powerless rage. Was Christina out of her mind? There she was, tossing her hair and giggling with Bruno, barely reacting to the way he practically undressed her with his eyes. Not a single hint of resistance—just flirty smiles and fluttering lashes. Why wasn’t she putting him in his place?
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