"Look, our lives are in your hands. How could I not be scared of you?" Balfour's voice was calm, so devoid of emotion that it seemed like a dare to the thugs holding them captive.
Were they being played?
His words spoke of fear, but his face didn't show a hint of it!
"Heh, I underestimated you. Even in this mess, you're plotting to whisk away your little girlfriend? Do you think we're some run-of-the-mill kidnappers? Let me tell you, each of my brothers here has blood on their hands."
The boss didn't finish his sentence before Victoria started to sob, fear washing over her face, making Balfour stare in her direction.
"Ah, so there is something you fear, eh? You really care about your girl, don't you? I can't blame you. If I had a beauty like her, I wouldn't want her in the hands of rough men like us either, right?"
Balfour's face finally changed at the mention of Victoria. "You promised us before, no harm would come our way. We need to be safe for you to get the rest of the money."
But Balfour's words seemed to provoke the man, who, quick as a flash, swung a heavy blow with a baseball bat onto Balfour's back.
"Argh!"
Balfour fell to the ground, and before he could get up, the bat came down on him again and again. Another guy took this opportunity to remove Victoria's blindfold, forcing her to see what Balfour was enduring, a stark warning against any thoughts of escape.
"Stop, stop it! You haven't got the ransom yet. Do you want to kill him?" Victoria shouted.
Balfour's lips were bloody as he lay on the ground, his gaze struggling to find Victoria.
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