Dylan paused, his hands outstretched. His chest tightened at the sight, and rage burned in his veins like molten lava. But he knew he had to deal with this calmly. "Don't do anything stupid, Gianna. Let her go. We can talk this out."
"Talk this out?" Gianna's laugh was bitter. "There is nothing to talk about, Dylan. She has ruined everything! My life, my career—everything I cared about is gone because of her!"
Her voice cracked with pent-up anger and despair. "She snatched the man I loved the most and drove me to jail. I have been living a hellish life, hiding, and running from the cops – all because of her. She should pay for every single pain she caused me."
She pressed the knife a little harder on Ava's throat, cutting the skin lightly.
Ava whimpered softly, her lips trembling as she pressed them tightly together, trying to endure the pain.
