At the same time, Erick shouted, “Don’t touch me! I’m just Lizbeth’s side lover! I mean nothing to her! If you hurt me, she won’t care!”
He pointed straight at me. “But that man, kill him! He’s been with Lizbeth for eight years!
She said it herself, that bastard is her life!”
The scarred man froze, then turned toward me. Erick dropped to his knees, his voice shaking, eyes full of fear and flattery.
“Boss, look at him! He’s been with Lizbeth for eight years! I remembered! he’s killed plenty of your men before! The guy we lost last week? He died taking the blame for him!”
My body stiffened. I stared at Erick in disbelief. He knew who I was. He knew what I meant to Lizbeth.
So this was the ‘innocent guy’ she swore to protect? What a joke.
The scarred man’s face twisted with rage. He grabbed my throat with one hand.
“So you’re the bastard who got my brother killed? Damn it! Kill him!”
Then he shouted to his men, “That one too! They’re both trash! Chop off their heads and send them to Lizbeth!”
As his hand reached for me, I twisted, trying to throw him down. However, he saw it coming. He kicked my wrist hard. The knife flew from my hand.