Chapter 23

When Wyatt heard these sleazy insults, his eyes burned with rage, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He was ready to lunge, but Vivica raised her hand again and pressed it gently against his arm.

Wyatt looked at her. Her face was still unreadable, but a flicker of coldness passed through her eyes.

"Karma has a way of dealing with filthy mouths," Vivica said.

Almost as soon a