Chapter 127 Aftermath

All spectators were horrified by the scene unfolding before them. Dwayne Mosby was the nightmare he was rumored to be. Not only did he cut off Boons Hilton's thumb, but right now, he was executing another barbarism on the man. He was stuffing money down Boons' throat! A pool formed under the kneeling Clyde Smith. He was not the only one to wet his pants. The innocents wondered if they were going to be next. Isabella's eyes welled with tears. She didn't want to die so young, especially in a horrible, inhuman manner. She reeled, imagining what the Mosby men would do to her. "Take my hand, Bella," a voice broke through her trauma. Isabella raised her terrified face to see Tyler before her with an extended hand. "Come, let's go…" The beauty looked utterly confused. In the background, Dwayne Mosby was committing the most horrifying atrocities on Boons Hilton. At the same time, hundreds of militia soldiers stood ready to butcher the victims. Amidst all that, Tyler was inviting her to leave.