*Warning: this chapter HEAVILY contains strong language and VIOLENCE which might upset you*
"Ugh!"
Mara groaned in pain when one of the eight men kicked her back. The young woman fell on her knee in pain. "This fucker.." a murmur escaped her lips. She quickly stood up from the floor while swaying the dagger to the back. She turned around with a frown.
"Screw you" she spoke furiously and stabbed the man's eye with the dagger. Not even giving a chance for the man to aim the gun at her. Mara stepped back, not wanting to get splashed by the man's blood. Her lips formed into a smile. Feeling satisfied.
Then her eyes went to Oliver who was killing the man. Her satisfied smile dropped at the sight. She could see Oliver's arm which was wounded. She could not run towards him and take him to the hospital. She admitted that she was worried.
