Liam’s groan resonated all over the room. He lay on the bed while Luke was dabbing some cotton with alcohol on his bruises. Lewis tended to Cade’s wounds. They escaped from the chaos when the cops interfered.

“I’m sorry I got you into this,” Cade said.

“You should be. Look at my face,” Liam said while pointing at his face. “It’s no longer as charming as before.”

“Your fault is not knowing enough self-defense,” Luke said.

“For your information, I fought them back. I didn’t run like a coward. That’s why I got these,” Liam argued.

“You know how to fight, but you lack power. Is that all you got...