The slap came swift and hard, Leora's palm cracking across Scarlett's face. Pain bloomed, her head snapping to the side, vision blurring. 'You think you can touch me, you filthy maid? You spread your legs for my husband, let him and his friends use you like a cheap toy. But you're nothing. I'll show you your place.' Leora stepped back, pulling out her phone with manicured nails. 'Boys,' she said into it, voice dripping command. 'Come in. Teach this slut a lesson she'll never forget.'
The door burst open—no, Scarlett realized with horror, it had been ajar. Six massive men poured in, bodyguards built like walls, their suits straining over bulging muscles. They were giants, early thirties to forties, faces hard and expressionless, eyes hungry as they surrounded her. Scarlett backed away, hea
