Recognizing the man pinned to the hood of the car, Sierra pulled down her sunglasses, her face twisting into a look of absolute, venomous mockery.
"Well, look what the gutter dragged in," Sierra sneered, strutting closer and crossing her arms with an expression of supreme disgust. "Malachi? Are you seriously still stalking around high-end districts looking like a homeless vagrant? Tyler, babe, don't waste your breath on this absolute loser. He used to be my boyfriend until I realized he was a total nobody going nowhere in life. Look at him—pinned face-down on a multi-million-dollar car right where he belongs."
Tyler smirked maliciously, tightening his grip on Malachi's collar and leaning down close. "Hear that, street rat? My girlfriend used to date you? What an absolute joke. People like you belong on the dirty pavement, not breathing the air of successful men. Now apologize to my car before I smash your teeth into the asphalt!"