“Still trying to play games with me?” The scarred man grinned. “Hold him down! Beat him to death!”
Soon the gangsters surrounded me, soon their fists were raining down on me. I tried to escape but I found no chance.
In the distance, Erick was already on the ground, barely breathing. Dozens of people were on top of him.
A fist then slammed into my head and turning my vision blurring red. As I frantically thinking how to escape, the old factory windows shattered with a crash.
Lizbeth burst in with a hundred armed men following her.
In seconds, the scarred man’s crew was pushed back. The fight broke with even more chaos. One of the gangsters realized that they were about to lose and he turned to stab Erick in the stomach.
Lizbeth saw it happen and pulled her trigger in a flash.
Gunfire filled the air.
Next, she pushed through the fight and rushed to Erick’s side. She pulled him into her arms and saw his eyes were staring at me.
“Tommy… I never wanted to steal Liz from you.
Why did you do this to me?” His voice faded and he passed out.
Lizbeth turned her head toward me, her eyes colder than I’d ever seen them.
“Tommy,” she said quietly, “I’ve been far too soft on you.”