“f**k you!” Louise growled like an animal when she felt the slap on her butt. She struggled with all her might as she yelled, “I know who you are!”
“Really?” I was not sure whether to cry or laugh at this. I squeezed her cheeks and forced her to really look at me. “Are you sure?”
“The f**k you’re trying to say? You’re the bastard who destroyed my gang, and I am your reckon—”
Louise’s words suddenly died in her throat. It looked like her brain was finally processing the face in front of her because her eyes abruptly widened, and her expression morphed into one of shock and disbelief. “It’s you…”
“Yep, it’s me. Now, I’m going to let you go, and I would appreciate it if you don’t attack me again. I just want to speak with you.”
I let go of Louise, and as expected she did not attack m
