“Boss, I heard that Lizbeth bitch is pregnant. This time she’s done for!” One of the men spoke up from the crowd.
"Pregnant, huh?" The scarred man laughed cruelly. “If the baby’s real father gets chopped to pieces, that’ll definitely hit her. Heh, maybe she’ll drop dead from the shock! Two lives gone at once!”
He pointed a finger at Erick. “Start with this one. He looks soft! I bet Lizbeth will hate to see him hurt.”
They loosened Erick’s ropes and tore the tape from his mouth. “Wait, don’t touch me or Lizbeth will kill you all!”
“Shut up!” someone barked.
Erick clearly was inexperienced with this kind of situation. The more he screamed, the more excited these gangsters became.
While they surrounded him, I used my knife to cut my own ropes. My eyes remained fixed on the chaos before me.
Then came the sound of fabric tearing. Erick’s white shirt was ripped to shreds. He cried out while calling Lizbeth’s name over and over.
The scarred man slapped him hard and grabbed his hair. “Shut up! Or I’ll cut your tongue out!”
Just as he raised his hand, I finally cut through my ropes and got ready to rush in.