Lizbeth stepped over corpse as she approached me.
"You better be ready to get my revenge."
My eyes were red as I clutched my aching lower abdomen. "You really think it was me? Lizbeth, I'm not stupid."
"Are you saying that I'm the stupid one here?" She kicked an unconscious gangster in front of me aside before reaching out to grab my jaw and forced me to look up.
"Didn't I warn you before? I told you to behave. So, why didn't you?"
I laughed, tears running down my face. “I'm just teaching him a lesson. I didn’t mean to get him killed!”
“So Rick was jealous of you and he had to get stabbed and take the blame for you?” Her voice shouted over mine.
“Tommy, do you even know how ridiculous you sound when you lie? He wouldn’t even step on an ant!”
In that moment, I lost all strength to argue.
I watched as she gently helped Erick stand up and walked past me. She said one thing to his men, “You know what to do. Don’t kill him—just leave him breathing.”
“Ah—!”
A knife went straight through my calf. I tried to get up, but another blade pinned my other leg to the ground. The pain was unbearable.