The chaos in the market was fucking delicious. Artis smirked down at Lily, watching the way her eyes glimmered with mischief.
'Oh, you sneaky little bitch. You knew exactly what you were doing.'
Well, two could play at that game. He wasn't about to lose.
With zero warning, he clapped a heavy hand down onto her shoulder—hard.
SMACK!
The loud, meaty slap echoed through the air like a thunderclap, and Lily let out a groan as she nearly buckled under the force.
"Come on, bitch, show me around."
Artis ordered, grinning.
Lily hissed through her teeth, rubbing her poor, abused shoulder. But when she looked up at him—saw that devilish smirk, the undeniable amusement in his eyes—she couldn't help it.
She smiled back. This bastard was playing along. He got it.And fuck, it was working. Because the market lost its collective goddamn mind.
The women?
Absolutely feral.
"Oh, fuck."