Irina's POV
"Miss, someone paid us to teach you a lesson," the tattooed thug at the front locked his eyes on me. "What a shame for such a gorgeous face.
Who'd you cross? We're just here collecting our paycheck."
"The Bernard family, right?" I let out a light, knowing laugh.
"Why would I spill that? Boys, take her down," their leader barked.
Wilson cocked an eyebrow. "Need my help?"
"No, back off," I told him.
In the next instant, one of the goons rushed forward, going straight for Wilson.
I lazily lifted my hand and seized the attacker's throat, my voice turning ice-cold. "Your boss forget to mention I'm the current champion of the last martial arts tournament?"
Before I could even strike, the man got booted to the pavement, and Gilbert was on top of him, throwing punches.
Gilbert swore with each hit. "You piece of trash, instead of going home and sleeping at night, you tail Irina. I'll mess you up so bad your own mother won't know you."
