The man's emotions quickly changed to fear and panic, forgetting even the searing pain from his injured hands.
"NO, don't touch them! Please, I beg you!!! It's all my fault, I admit it!!"
"I am the one who made up the story! I can tell you everyone involved!"
Tears started to fall from his eyes as he pleaded, "Please, spare them!"
Liam, hearing the man's pleas, began to laugh wildly.
"Tell me, everyone involved? You think that's enough to spare them?"
"How about you? Did you spare me when I was even younger than your daughter at that time?"
Then, an idea struck Liam.
"How about this then: I'll let them live but make them the villains."
"I'll spread the word that your wife is the one responsible for giving guns to these gangsters."
"I'm nice, right? I let them survive."
In that moment, the man realized he was facing the devil himself, one born from his own actions.
