Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 135

The man was still wailing on the ground like it was the end of the world unless Caleb coughed up a grand or something.

The young girl sitting next to me captured the drama on her phone, then cautiously piped up, “Hey, is he your boyfriend? He’s like, super cool.”

I glanced at Caleb, who stood aloof, his gaze fixed on big bro with an icy intensity.

My guess? He was probably plotting in his head how to tear the guy apart, vigilante–style.

Taking a deep breath, I masked my concern with a dismissive chuckle. “Yeah, that’s just how he rolls.”

“I’m telling you, you owe me money, and this ain’t over! Broad daylight, and you dare to hit me? Are you two in cahoots, some kind of shady duo? Neither of you looks legit,” the middle–aged man bellowed, turning his tirade towards the young girl when he saw no one was paying him attention.

Honestly, the girl looked totally normal, rocking a pretty floral spaghetti–strap dress that showed off her youthful figure perfectly.

But leave it to the man to make it sound like a crime scene.

The girl was so mad she was near tears. “You’re the shady one here.”

Caleb hadn’t taken his eyes off the man, his stare enough to give you the chills.

If the man knew Caleb was a wildcard, he probably would’ve scared him out of his wits.

And sure enough, fear crept into the middle–aged man’s eyes. He shuffled on the ground, keeping his distance from Caleb. “What you looking at?”

didn’t dare mess with Caleb – too imposing – but he felt brave enough to get tough with a woman, coming at me with his

sleeve, not because I feared the man’s con, but.worried Caleb

of the unstable is beyond us; they follow whims we

without compensation,” the man continued his

calling the cops, but I’ll

didn’t reply; I just held

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you two are probably both prostitutes,” the man

forward and kicked the man

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greasy face was marked with a shoe print, and blood slowly trickled

nose.

the man cried out, trying to draw

and landed a punch right in

intense as if he were a big dog playing with a fascinating toy.

Caleb delivered another punch,

middle–aged man sobbed and struggled, terror–stricken as he faced Caleb. A grown man with no small amount of strength,

tall man was deceptively

voice wavered as I

beside me, though, covered her mouth in awe. “Oh my God, he’s so unhinged, and I