Chapter 45 Khan
Surprisingly, it wasn’t a group of men that had come looking for Amanda; it was just one person, and even when Liam caught the man’s fist in mid-air, there wasn’t even a flicker of surprise on his face. Instead, he remained unnervingly calm, his lips slowly curling into a grin as he spoke in a voice that carried an air of confidence, as if everything was unfolding exactly as he had predicted. "I knew you’d be here," he said, his tone casual yet laced with something far more dangerous.
Liam had been worried about the wrong thing this entire time—Amanda had never been the true target of their visit. They had known she wouldn’t have missed a payment day without a valid reason, which meant someone must have been behind her newfound defiance. And who else could it be if not Liam Carter, the cocky bastard who always stuck his nose where it didn’t belong? It was clear now that the people Amanda owed money to weren’t just interested in making sure their debts were repaid—they wanted to send a message, and that message was going to be delivered through Liam’s broken body.
The man standing before him wasn’t just some hired thug; he was different, someone who radiated power and control, and Liam could tell that this was no ordinary enforcer. The fact that he had come alone spoke volumes. There was only one reason to send a single man instead of a group—it meant this man was more than capable of handling the job on his own. The boss must have wanted Liam dead so badly that he had sent one of his strongest men, and Liam was beginning to realize that this wouldn’t be a simple fight.
As Liam tightened his grip around the man’s fist, he suddenly felt the muscles beneath his fingers shift, and to his shock, the man began withdrawing his hand—slowly, deliberately, and with an almost effortless ease. Liam’s eyes widened in disbelief as he tried to hold on, but no matter how much force he applied, the man’s strength was on an entirely different level. It was as if he had simply decided he no longer wished to be restrained, and Liam could do nothing to stop him.
"You must be Liam," the man finally said, his voice even, controlled, yet carrying a weight of certainty that sent a shiver down Liam’s spine. "I am Khan."
Liam furrowed his brows, the name meaning nothing to him, and with a scoff, he replied, "And what the fuck am I supposed to do with that information?"
Khan merely smiled beneath his mask, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory amusement. "That name," he said slowly, deliberately, "will be the last name you ever hear."
Liam smirked in return, though deep down, he felt a warning bell ringing in his head. Something about this man unsettled him in a way he had never experienced before, but he wasn’t about to show weakness. However, before Liam could even process his next move, Khan was already in motion.
With barely any warning, Khan raised his leg and sent a devastatingly fast kick straight toward Liam’s chest, the sheer force behind it creating a sharp gust of wind. Instinctively, Liam jumped back, barely dodging the attack, but even in that moment of evasion, he felt something cold creep down his spine—this man wasn’t just strong, he was fast. Faster than Liam had anticipated.