Nina stared at the crumpled mess that had once been a man. She had never seen such a thing before. Though he was still breathing, it was only barely. Just why had Caine gone to such extreme measures? It didn’t make any sense.
“What’s your name, girlie?”
Nina turned to see a woman in a leather cut standing in front of her. She scowled at the older woman, saying, “What’s it to you?”
With a smirk, the woman stepped forward, grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed her head against the bar top. Nina reeled backward and crumpled to the floor. She was so shocked she almost didn’t register the pain even as the woman grabbed her hair again and hauled her up.
“You’re right, I don’t give a s**t what your name is,” Switch smiled. “Rumor has it you’ve gotten too big for your britches. You’ve forgotte
