NALEDI’S POV
“What makes you think you have a choice?” He roared, stepping forward, “The day you signed a deal with me, you sold your life to me. Do I need to remind you what that means?”
I watched the scariest look grow on Luka’s face as he stepped closer to her, getting in her face.
“It means I own you! Every single inch of your dirty, malnourished and overused self. Don’t even try to test me because I am not in a good mood. Drop the attitude and get yourself treated. I wouldn’t say it again, Karen.”
She spat in his face. Bad move. Very bad move.
“I don’t care whatever deal I signed with you, Lunatic. I will only let myself get treated when I die.” She gritted. She meant every word. That bit was clear.
Luka stepped back, cleaning the saliva on his face, and shaking his head. Before we knew what was happening, Karen was on the floor, bleeding from her nose.