Maya's jaw tightened. She said nothing, but her glare spoke volumes.
The gang leader chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that sent a ripple of unease through the room.
"It's payback time, doll. And I've got a little job for you." He paused, savoring the moment. "You're going to call that boyfriend of yours, and you're going to tell him to drag his ass down here. Oh, and make sure he brings all his little girlfriends with him. I hear he's got quite the collection." His grin widened, his gold tooth flashing again. "If they're half as pretty as you, I'm sure we'll find... uses for them."
"Go to hell, Nico Cross," Maya spat, her voice sharp and defiant.
She knew this was the leader of the Black Cross Gang, a man deeply entrenched in the city's underworld, with his hands in countless shady dealings.
Nico's grin didn't falter. If anything, her resistance seemed to amuse him. He spread his thick arms, gesturing to the room around him.