Chapter 192

Trees banged her nemesis against the tiled wall again. On impact, his skull cracked in a horrifying thud. While he reeled, Trees plowed his fist into Victor’s nose. Her assailant’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

When Trees let go and reached for her, Victor fell to the floor in an unconscious heap.

She looked up at her rescuer incredulously. “What are you doing here?”

“Did he hurt you?”

Laila stood mute. She’d never, ever seen anyone get the best of Victor. Not once. Not even Emilo. But this giant man who claimed to be her savior—albeit temporarily—had squashed him like a bug.

“Not much.”

“Is that Victor?”

“Yes.” Her voice sounded terrified, even to her own ears.

He scooped up the fallen knife and pocketed it, then settled Victor’s unconscious form on the nearest toilet, cuffing his wrist to the flushing mechanism and shutting the stall door. “I’d love to kill the son of a bitch, but dead bodies raise too many questions. We need