135 The King’s Hand

Typhoon withdrew his hand from Val's grip, skipping back a few yards.

"I've heard of you, Valeria Armstrong," he said with a smirk. "You killed many of my underlings in the past. Today, you'll pay for that."

"Is that so? I don't really notice when I step on insects."

Typhoon chuckled and leered at Val from head to foot. "So much beauty and grace. So much strength and confidence. I must admit I am smitten, young lady. Would you consider joining Monolith and being my lover? That's the only way you're getting out of this alive."

Val tilted her head to the side. "What a generous offer! You're asking me to betray the most powerful organization in the world to join a gang of hoodlums and sleep with an ugly delinquent. I must admit I am tempted!"

"Your humor rivals your beauty, Valeria. Don't complain later that I didn't offer you a way out. I'll hate myself when I bash that pretty face in. When I fuck you, you'll be long dead!"