Simone and his five men had caught up with Erik and the others, and now the two groups stood across from each other on the street. The air was tense, and no one moved.
Matthew's hound was the first to break the silence; his eyes locked on Erik.
His expression was cold and calculating as if he were trying to read Erik's thoughts.
Erik felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked back at Simone. He knew the man wanted nothing else but to rip them apart.
The thug had a sly smile on his face when he started to speak. "You're all quite impressive," he said, his voice laced with a twisted admiration.
"Most kids your age wouldn't have been able to run for so long from me and my men, let alone fight as well as you did inside the boss's club."
Erik looked at Simone; he was in deep thought, trying to figure out what to do to get out of that messy situation. "We didn't want to fight," he said. "You forced our hand."
"Too bad the boss wanted you dead." The man replied.