The news came as an awful shock to Karla, who still hadn't even started to scratch the surface of recovery. What's more, she was just with Millie some three hours ago, or even less. Hence her question remained how, just how exactly was Millie in Hellcat's hands.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on her, I swear you bastard if you try and act coy with me I'll call the damned police. I work for the mayor, so it's best you revisit this decision." Karla spewed out, all bark and no bite.
Though it was a futile attempt, she honestly just wanted Millie safe, no matter the approach.
"I don't give a single fuck about the mayor, all I want, is Tysion Grey, and you're the only way to get him." Hellcat spoke, switching the call to a video call.
Before her very eyes, was her best friend, tied up in some sort of crummy apartment or at best a motel in the slums. The kind her former clientele would love to drag her to, if only she gave them the chance.
