Anko bowed low, his voice even and respectful. “Hai, Bosu.”
Ethan, trembling, choking on his own breath, forced out broken words between spasms of pain. “Y-you b***h… I’ll… I’ll make you pay for this…”
Before Harper could even open her mouth, Ashcroft moved. He picked up a kunai resting on a boulder, his eyes never leaving Ethan. With calm precision, he drove the blade deep into Ethan’s side.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Ethan’s scream ripped through the cave, raw and piercing.
Ashcroft’s voice was low, dangerous. “You f*****g talk too much.” He twisted the kunai viciously, shoving it deeper, earning another strangled cry. Blood poured from Ethan’s mouth, his body convulsing.
Leaning down, Ashcroft’s lips brushed Ethan’s ear. His whisper was lethal. “You don’t get to call her a b***h. The only
