Sallie's POV
Webster slammed against the car with brutal force, the impact so violent it warped the door completely. I watched his vision blur, saw him nearly pass out from the pain before he slowly came to.
Around us, chaos erupted. My bodyguards were locked in fierce combat with those men, fists flying and bodies colliding. Blood spattered the ground as the fight raged on. My guards formed a protective barrier around me, steadily backing away from the violence, but I kept my composure. Panic was a luxury I couldn't afford.
I caught Webster staring at me through the mayhem, his face twisted with confusion. Maybe he expected me to break down, to scream and cry like some helpless princess. But those days were long gone. I'd survived worse than this—much worse.
The memory of Kevin crawling on his knees, begging for scraps, flashed through my mind. Webster had seen that video too. Good. Let him wonder what I'd endured to become capable of reducing a proud man to that state.
