She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 275

Fenton lay curled up on the floor, blood streaming from his wounds. If this kept up, he’d bleed out before anyone could help him.

He looked up at Sabrina, who stood nearby, lost in thought. Desperation edged his voice. “Ms. Sutton, I’ve told you everything I know. Can you let me go now?”

“Of course,” Sabrina replied without hesitation—so quickly, in fact, that Fenton wondered if she was plotting something else.

A bodyguard stepped forward and began untying him. Fenton moved with caution, suspicious and uncertain, dragging himself across the floor since his injured feet made walking impossible. He kept glancing at Sabrina, terrified she’d change her mind.

But the bodyguards behind her made no move to stop him. For a moment, Fenton almost believed Sabrina might actually have a shred of mercy.

That illusion shattered as a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his back. He spun around and locked eyes with Bryce—those eyes burning with a predator’s hunger.

“You… You promised! You said you’d let me go!” Fenton screamed, panic twisting his face.

The bodyguard yanked the knife free from Fenton’s back. Agonizing pain wracked his body, and he couldn’t force out another word.

Bryce just shrugged, as if this were all perfectly ordinary. “This is my place. I’m the one who decides what happens here. If I didn’t say you could go, why would you think you could leave?”

His voice was calm, almost gentle, but it sent a jolt of terror straight through Fenton. He knew then—he wasn’t getting out alive.

With the last of his strength, he turned to Sabrina, clinging to the only hope he had left. “Ms. Sutton, please… help me…”

Sabrina’s answer was cold and detached, her tone flat. “Clean this up.”

Suddenly, Sabrina remembered something and called him back. “By the way, the man behind the last group was Hector.”

Seeing no change in Bryce’s expression, she went on, “He was targeting me, not you. I’m only telling you now because I promised I’d let you know once I had proof.”

It took Bryce a moment to realize she was talking about that night they’d been ambushed on the road. He had to admit, Sabrina’s way of thinking was something else. Did she really think so little of his abilities? He wasn’t that easy to take down.

“Hector, huh?” Bryce let out a humorless laugh. “He was after you, sure, but he wasn’t going to let me walk away either. If we hadn’t gotten lucky that night, we’d both be six feet under by now, chatting with the Grim Reaper.”

Sabrina just gave him a look, deciding it was better not to argue with him. Sometimes, Bryce’s sense of justice was just too much for his own good.

The York family didn’t only have him to worry about—if things escalated with the Watsons, it would get messy fast. Not that she feared for the Yorks as a whole, but Bryce… he was the one she couldn’t afford to lose.