Rafael was on the floor at Viviana's feet. But Viviana was staring at him. No, her head was lifted, gazing at Nikolas who looked crazed with anger.
She'd never seen him like this.
This Rafael wasn't even a little man and he'd beaten him like a little kid.
Rafael tried to speak, forced himself to. "Shh…shh—orhh…rrhyy. Ahm…ss-sory. I'm ss-sorrry."
Nikolas kicked him aside.
He glanced at the other one still knelt on the floor. His eyes were blown wide and bulging out of his socket.
He saw Nikolas approaching him with clear intent in his eyes, but before he could even run, Nikolas kicked him so hard he dropped to the floor, passing out instantly.
"Useless. Can't even take a single kick." Nikolas felt disgusted, taking out his handkerchief to wipe his hands and the little blood that got on his shirt. "Ew."
He turned to Viviana and stalked toward her. Before she could even say a word, he lifted her with ease, throwing her over his shoulder.
"Put me down, Nikolas."
