Melany remained silent, the weight of it pressing down as Colton seethed beside her. But Colton wouldn't let it go.
"Mr. Lloyd, don't think you can just get away with this!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. At this level, everyone understood the implications of powerful backing. It was more than support; it signified a deep-rooted alliance, a tangled web of fates. The look Kellan had given him earlier, while handing him the bag, was impossible to misinterpret. It wasn't the look of a casual acquaintance, especially not one as cold and calculating as Kellan.
This realization fueled Colton's anger. His chest swelled, and the finger he pointed at Allison trembled with barely controlled rage.
"So, it's true. You've been involved with him the whole time. Now it makes sense why you were so eager to cut ties with me, you bitch." Melany's venomous whispers had poisoned Colton's mind, fueling his rage. Any remaining guilt he felt for Allison vanished. He was convinced she'd sold herself for this business years ago.
"You had everything you could want from the Stevens family: comfort, security, everything on a silver platter! We never treated you badly, and yet you repaid us by betraying me. Allison, you are nothing but a lying whore." Colton's eyes were bloodshot, his mind consumed by fury. He couldn't understand the depth of his rage, but it overwhelmed him, stripping him of all self-control as he hurled insults at Allison.
Crack! Allison didn't flinch. Her response was as swift as lightning. Her fingers moved so fast they blurred, and the sound of breaking bones echoed through the room.
"Ahhh!" Colton hadn't registered what happened before numbness, followed by excruciating pain, shot through his fingers. Allison had snapped one of them in half. Sweat poured from his icy forehead as his body convulsed. The sharp pain aggravated the fracture in his other wrist. With a heavy thud, he fell to his knees, the fall exacerbated by the pain and a feeling that the agony burned through him like fire. He hunched over, his spine twisting in pain.
"Are you crazy, Allison?!" To an observer, it might have looked like an apologetic bow. Even in his pain, a ridiculous thought crossed Allison's mind—at least she hadn't aimed lower. Greater force lower down would have destroyed her future.
"Oh my God! Colton, are you okay?" Melany shrieked, her voice trembling. She'd never witnessed such brutality. The speed and precision of Allison's attack left her reeling. She staggered back, a chill running down her spine.
But Allison wasn't finished. She followed Colton, crouching beside him, her presence looming. Gripping his jaw, she forced it open.
"Is that all it takes for you to collapse? We've only just begun."
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With a twist of his hands, he effortlessly dislocated her jaw. He pulled a small knife from his sleeve, the blade glinting as he pressed it against her tongue. "This tongue of yours, always wagging, always spinning lies. Let's see how much it can wiggle once it's cut out." Allison's tone was chillingly calm, yet the threat was palpable.
The terrifying calm sent a chill down Melany's spine. Frozen with terror, she remembered Allison cutting her hair with a knife in Athton, and the sting of the slap. This memory propelled her backwards, fleeing in terror, fearing Allison would turn on her next.
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