Chapter 909 Sweet Tia+ 2

She continued as if I hadn't interrupted, ". . . for a while. You're nothing. Just a bullheaded, self-centered, thoughtless asshole," I felt her get right up in my ear "and tonight . . . I am going to break you."
It was a simple threat. Large in scope and depth, but easily spoken aloud. The version of breaking someone I was most familiar with was a military one, and a far cry from any civilian understanding. There was no way this girl from the club was talking about that. I was sure her plan was something along the lines of turning me into some sort of obedient gentleman, rather than into a crying shell of a man on the cold wet floor of a prison cell. Still, she was starting to piss me off.
"Do your worst," I stated in smug defiance. Her response was right in my ear.