Chapter 75 - Who is Dante?

Ivy's POV

The slap rang out like a gunshot the moment he raised his hand towards me.

John’s head snapped to the side, his greasy hair whipping across his face.

The room stayed deathly silent.

For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe. His lip quivered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he processed what had just happened.

I tilted my head, my smile sharpening. “What’s wrong, Johnny?” I cooed. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

His jaw clenched, and he slowly turned back to me, a flicker of rage behind his bloodshot eyes. “I—”

Slap!

This time, I felt the sting ripple up my arm, but I didn’t care.

John reeled back again, stumbling against the officers holding him. His confidence cracked. I saw the hesitation bloom, the bravado slipping.

My voice dropped, low and venomous. “You always wanted me to play along, right? Well, I’m playing now.”

His lips trembled.