She saw that he was now attacking that of his own men, slashing them left and right as if they meant nothing to him. They probably didn’t. Bee now started to suspect that the only person that Trap truly cared for was that of himself. If that was the case, she was fine with that; the betrayal already lowered her opinion of him in her eyes. Bee didn’t like feeling betrayed by anyone but more importantly by people that she had taken a liking to. While Trap continued to deal with the remaining officers, Bee just waited until he was done, she knew that he could handle himself and if needed – she could handle herself as well. The grip tightened and she bit that of her lower lip, beginning to release the red liquid that was stored within her.