Chapter 163
GEORGIA POV.
"Here." One of the men said, handing my hair to Lopez like a trophy. I stared at it. My hair…
I didn't know how to feel. I had loved my hair for years, growing it, taking care of it, and cherishing it, but in a second, it was all gone.
"The next thing I send to Jaime will have blood on it. This is just a warning. I don't want to have to hurt you," Lopez said, stroking the hair that had been cut from my head. "Bind her tighter and take her out for dinner," he ordered, taking his leave and my hair with him.
The men pushed me from my knees to the floor and held me down while they took the ropes off my legs and replaced them with shackles, though they left enough space to walk.
