The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 945

Sully choked on a mouthful of dust, completely disoriented. Connor reached down and ripped the blindfold off his face.

"Take a good look at me," Connor sneered. "So the cops won't touch you? You think you're invincible? Let's see how much pull you really have when I call them right now and hand you over."

Sully blinked against the harsh light, taking in Connor's face. He burst out laughing. Having never crossed paths with Connor, he assumed he was just some low-level hired muscle trying to act tough.

"Where the hell did they drag you up from?" Sully mocked, struggling against his bindings. "A couple months ago, a punk like you wouldn't even be fit to shine my shoes. You want to call the cops? Go ahead. Call them."

Sully's arrogance was suffocating. Connor drove the heel of his shoe hard against the top of Sully's skull, pinning him to the floor.

"Don't think you can run your mouth and walk out of here," Connor said coldly. "What's your connection to Felicia? Where is she hiding?"

It finally clicked for Sully. This guy was playing white knight for Leonie. He let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Ah, I get it. Dorian's little rich girlfriend almost got her whole family wiped out, didn't she? Where is the little Everhart princess anyway? Too scared to show up? That arrogant bitch was the one trying to steal Felicia's man. If she got burned playing with fire, she brought it on herself!"

Seeing Sully defend the killer so shamelessly shattered the last of Connor's restraint. He dropped to one knee and delivered a brutal right hook straight to Sully's jaw. Two teeth hit the concrete with a clatter as blood spilled from Sully's mouth.

Shocked that a supposed foot soldier would actually hit him, Sully started thrashing and screaming curses. "You little bastard! You're dead! The second I get out of these ropes, I'm going to rip your throat out!"

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