Karl and Layla were shooketh when a gang of rough-looking dudes approached them. They were rocking leather jackets with gang symbols that Layla recognized all too well. One of them, a tatted dude with messy blond hair, immediately recognized Layla and grinned victoriously.
"Well, well, well, look who it is, Layla. It's been a week. You know the rules," the guy said, shooting Karl a sneering glance.
Layla looked nervous, and Karl could sense the tension on her face. He could feel Layla's almost unbearable fear. For a moment, Layla seemed like she wanted to step back, but the dudes moved closer, forming a circle around them.
"You got a new man, huh? Maybe he can cover your 'protection money' this time," one of them said mockingly, looking down at Karl with disdain.
