Before Dina can beg for her life, Dick raises a gun and shoots her in the head. Her body falls to the ground, and the men pay her no more attention as they continue to talk.
“Get a cleanup crew out here,” Dick says. “Damn it. That whore was only good for one thing, and she somehow managed to fail at that.”
“What do we do now?” Rick asks.
“Find another building with access to the tunnels. The auction is next weekend, and if we want a good profit, we need a few more girls,” Dick says, taking out a smoke and lighting it up.
“We have ten already, that's plenty,” Bill says.
“NO!” Dick snaps. “We have enough time to get at least a few more.”
With that, they leave the alley, and a few seconds later, a cleanup crew comes into view and start dragging Dina’s lifeless body away.
“Holy fucking shit!” Neo laughs. “We hit the fucking jackpot.”
An eerie calm takes over my body. I'm not Harlow anymore. Nope, now that I know everything, or at least enough, Queenie is coming out to play. And, boy, is it gonna be a glorious bloodbath.
This is personal. They went behind my back, making me look like a fucking fool. They willnotmake it through the day alive.
“Where are they right now?” I ask.
Evie sees I’m not really Harlow right now, and all her playfulness is gone. She types a few things on her laptop. “Business meeting downtown.”
I turn around without another word, and the guys seem to know what to do, following behind me.
Welcome to the mother of all D-Days. Get yourself an umbrella because it's about to rain with the blood of my enemies.