Chapter 95: The Masked Fools

Miguel's POV

Three against one didn't seem like a fair fight, not to them at least.

I have had the shittiest week, and this just felt like a good opportunity to finally vent and get some of this anger out.

To think they even brought knives. If they wanted me dead, they should have brought machine guns.

Bastardos.

I ducked as one of the masked guys took a swing at me before I could even settle into the fight.

His movements were a tad bit too slow which gave me enough time to avoid it and landed a punch in his stomach.

I watched him stumble backward before falling to the ground. Weaklings.

Pathetic amateurs.

The other two guys came at me at the same time after they saw what I did to him.

Perhaps they thought that two could make a difference. They thought wrong.

One of them tried to land a kick but I dodged it, grabbing his leg before flipping him over.

The other one managed to graze my hand with his knife but it didn't faze me. It was just a cut and the cut Ava had left in my heart