Chapter 77

Like a flash, someone tugs me out of his arm out of nowhere so that I momentarily stumble backwards into a wall and lose my balance. Head spinning with its suddenness and the black form that dive bombs him with such force it takes him flying back against the hall wall, so I cannot focus on what’s happening immediately.

It takes me a moment to realise what is going on as Alexi pins him by the throat to the inner hall wall and starts battering a fist into the guy’s face. He’s all over him like a fierce animal, wildly unleashed, punching, holding him up and lifting a knee to the man’s abdomen with successive thrusts as he flails any attempts to defend himself. Alexi is too fast and strong, and the man’s nose explodes across his face, covering him in blood.

Alexi has his back to me, so I cannot see his expression. However, I know him, and the sadistic unemotional trance he went into that night with Santagato’s man is what I expect he is in now—Fighting form on show, a traine