"I don't give a flying fuck about Henry. Keep up with me, woman." Sal squeezed her throat a little tighter so that it would make it difficult should she try to speak again. "Now drop the whip."
If she didn't drop it this time as he commanded, Sal planned to start carving hearts and stars into her cheek. Women were all the same - Sal had killed wives, daughters, mothers, sisters, girlfriends - they never cared about anyone but their dearest male loved one. This could only mean one thing.
"If you don't start doing as I say, I won't hesitate to tell everyone in Niflheim that you and Henry are an item."