"I told you not to do anything. I made it perfectly clear not to touch Kelsie Sutton!"
In a hidden location, Serbian Howard stormed toward a man, his grip tightening on the iron rod he held.
Just as he reached him and raised it to strike, someone stepped out from a corner and slammed a foot into his abdomen.
The blow was so powerful and painful that he dropped the rod and collapsed to his knees, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
In front of him, the man turned his head slightly, revealing only his side profile.
"Our deal no longer stands. You couldn't get her away when I needed you to, so I'll take care of this myself."
Serbian gritted his teeth indignantly.
"I still have two weeks to get her out of your sight. That was the deal."
"Face it, Howard. You had all this time and did nothing. What could you possibly accomplish in two weeks?" The man sneered, crossing his leg on the other.
Serbian lowered his eyes to the floor and suddenly began laughing in self-mockery.
