Chapter 16: Mr & Mrs Stamps
"Alright, if you want to bet on that."
The man said that, yet he was still shaking. But seeing the condescending look this bastard gave him, as though he meant nothing, he yelled...
... And pressed the knife forward.
Kieran smirked before skillfully gripping the knife mid-stab and spinning it sideways so that the man yelped when his wrist twisted as well. He cried—the knife clattered to the ground.
Then Kieran delivered a blow to his stomach that sent his back crashing against the wardrobe behind him and his butt jolting onto the ground. He didn't pass out... but, well, in a few seconds, he did.
Kieran sighed as he straightened his back, shooting a momentary glance at his bleeding palm. Jaxon didn't know how to react – either to feel scared that this dude here had beaten someone into a vegetative state with just one blow... or that he had saved their friend from rape.
In the end, he chose to react the other way. He jumped onto the bed and shook Zyn's shoulders to wake her up. "Hey! Hey! Snap out of it!"
Kieran sighed again from the biting palm pain. That was the moment he even remembered there were any other people in the room. The man's lackeys. But not so bold in the end – they were stepping forward and backward as their eyes met.
Kieran waved them off. "Get him out of here. You can go too..."
One of them stammered, more grateful than surprised, "You mean... you won't report us... anymore?"
Kieran was about to reply not yet before something kicked in. He furrowed his brows, looked back at the man and at the lackeys. After a few seconds, he replied,