Chapter 18 The Familiar Cab Driver
The atmosphere was thick with tension, the lingering scent of sweat, blood, and adrenaline still heavy in the air. The remaining thugs groaned in pain as they dragged themselves up from the floor, their bodies battered and bruised, their pride completely shattered. They exchanged uneasy glances, their faces dark with a mixture of fury and humiliation.
One of them, the last one standing with any sense of composure, spat on the ground before narrowing his bloodshot eyes at Liam. His fingers trembled as he pointed at him.
"This won't end here, kid," he snarled, his voice laced with venom. "You've just made yourself some very dangerous enemies."
Liam, standing with his hands in his pockets and an unimpressed expression on his face, merely raised an eyebrow. He didn't even bother responding, his golden eyes cool and unreadable. The thug clenched his fists in frustration, but with one last glare, he turned around and limped out the door, dragging his fallen companions along with him. Their footsteps echoed as they disappeared into the night.
Silence.
The only sounds left were the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the heavy breathing of Amanda, who was still standing beside Liam, her mind racing a hundred miles per hour.
Her fingers twitched slightly before, without warning, she reached out and grabbed Liam's wrist.
"Come with me," she said, her voice firmer than usual.
Liam raised a brow at the sudden action but allowed himself to be dragged along. Amanda's grip was warm but tight, as if she was trying to ground herself in reality. Truthfully, she didn't want to dwell too much on what had just happened. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Liam—a high school student—had effortlessly taken down a group of dangerous men.
It wasn't normal.
And yet, she pushed those thoughts aside as she led him up the stairs toward her bedroom.