She was right, killing her now would only vent her anger.
Her chin was pinched, and Alvis' eyes stared at her in death, "How important do you think you are? If I didn't have a boss paying to bail you out, I would have killed you long ago, my men died and were injured last night, can your one cheap life be worth the lives of my brothers?"
Cynthia's body began to shake, no blood on her face, "Alvis ......"
She cried out humbly, hoping he would spare her.
Alvis let go of her chin, "I have a new assignment for you, Matthew got me killed or injured this time, I won't let him go, I'll cover for you for now, now that all the guns are aimed at me, you continue to be the starlet that you are, and don't take any more liberties, or I won't keep you."
Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief, as long as that life remained.
The group came and went quickly.
She tugged at her lips and lowered her eyes.