The Betrayal of Fake Blood    

"I don't think you fully comprehend the situation you're in, right now."

I frowned. "Actually, I think you're the one who doesn't fully understand the situation." I locked eyes with him. "Think about it. You have no clue what kind of firestorm you're about to unleash. You're playing with fire, and if you don't let me go now, things will spiral out of control fast. Trust me, you don't want to end up on the wrong side of this."

For a brief second, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes—a hesitation, maybe. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced with cold indifference.

"Nice try," he said, waving a hand dismissively as if my life was just another chip on the table. "But it's not about money. It's never about money, princess. It just so happened that our employer is a powerful man and will have our throats if we don't obey him."