Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Wasn't he into Cecelia? Yet, here he is, Cecelia's own father! Henrik pressed his foot on Liam's neck, crouching and leaning in just a bit. The knife, still dripping with blood, moved from Liam's mouth to hover menacingly above his eyes. The tip was aimed right at them.

"Seen anything you shouldn't have with these eyes?" His voice was as calm as ever, yet carried a chilling edge that cut through to the core. Liam froze, too scared to move. Blood from the knife dripped down, stinging his eyes and face, making every hair on his body stand

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Henrik stepped back and tossed the knife to the floor. He'd let things get out of hand. Taking a deep breath, he casually unbuttoned a couple of buttons and with a stride, settled onto the couch. His voice was gentle, but cool as ice.

"Weren't you here to collect a debt? Let's get on with it."

It's the gentle ones who are the scariest when they lose it. Their smile can send chills down your spine. And Henrik was just that type. Even the bald guy was a bit intimidated by him. He quickly barked orders to his crew, "Alright, you lot, rough him up! Beat this bastard to a pulp, on me!" Of course, it wasn't really on him, not with Henrik around. At the bald guy's command, his goons rushed in, grabbing Liam and laying into him. Liam clutched his head, wailing in pain.

"Stop, stop! You're gonna kill me!"

His mouth was split, bleeding profusely, making it hard to even talk. Every time he opened his mouth, blood spewed out. Desperate, Liam begged, forgetting all about Henrik slicing his mouth earlier, "Mr. Raul, please, make them stop! Help me! You like Cecelia, right? I can send her to your bed if that's what it takes-ow!" The bald guy punched out Liam's front teeth!

"Mr. Raul, help, please!" Liam

sobbed, and Peyton was losing her mind. She was a woman with little education and less confidence,

completely clueless about handet

such a situation. All she could do was desperately plead with Henrik,

"Mr. Raul, please, spare my man, let

him go!"

Even though Liam often hit her, he was still her man! The cramped apartment was filled with the sounds of cries and the thuds of fists and feet. It was like a scene straight out of a nightmare.

Henrik's face showed no change.

Legs spread wide, sitting on the couch, his arms resting on his thighs, he leaned slightly forward looking down with eyes that were gentle yet carried an intimidating chill.

SWI

The apartment wasn't soundproof, and the neighbors, frightened by the chaos, mostly wanted to stay out of it, though a few decided to call the cops. "Enough."

If they kept going, Liam would be a goner. Finally, Henrik broke his silence. The bald guy and his crew immediately stopped, not daring to take another step.

Henrik rose to his feet, his tall, lean frame making the small apartment feel even tighter. He walked toward Liam, who was a bloody mess, teeth missing, eyes swollen nearly shut.

"What do you what do you want!" Liam, terrified, scrambled backward. Remembering how Henrik had sliced his lips without a second thought, a deep fear chilled him to the bone What on earth had he done to tick off such a powerful man? Could it be Cecelia put Henrik up to this?