One of the men rubbed his hands together, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. "Heh heh, what do we want to do? You tell us, what do you think we want to do?"
"How would I know what you want to do!" Amelia Avery said, her voice cold. She lifted her defiant gaze and rolled her wrists.
"Haha, interesting, very interesting!" Seeing that Amelia Avery wasn't the least bit afraid, the man gave a roguish, appreciative grin.
Jonah Ross raised his hand and slapped the man across the head. "Cut the crap. Get her inside."
"Yes, Boss! Come on, little lady, let's get inside. In a bit, me and the boys will take real good care of you."
"Heh, take care of me? I'll let you take care of me right now," Amelia Avery said coldly, swinging a fist at the man.
The man took Amelia Avery's punch square on the nose, and blood immediately began to gush out. Jonah Ross, standing to the side, was too stunned to react.
