Luther's POV
"Surprise Surprise"
"How..what are you..."
I didn't let Dylan complete his statement, how could I?
My fist connected with his face which sent one tooth flying out of his mouth as blood spluttered out of his mouth causing him to end up on the floor.
This was just the beginning.
But then come to think of this, I wasn't enjoying the whole situation because Dylan was drunk and weak..
Where is the fun in all that?
Pathetic.
"Luther, what are you doing to him?" Eliza shouted.
That's right.
The b***h still has the nerve to talk.
Stuck between my morals of never hitting a woman and wanting to pummel my fist into her face or rather throw bullets and Eliza will be a goner.
I am not a giver of quick death.
Never give it to them easily has always been my slogan.
"You stole
