Chapter 96

"Ahh... my leg! Someone help me... my leg's broken!" Derek tried to crawl up, clutching his leg, his screams full of agony. "Alexander, you—you broke my leg! Just wait 'til my dad hears about this!" Lucas kicked him back down without mercy. "Still putting on a tough act? Alex, what should we do with this scum?" "Toss him to the dogs." Alexander said it coldly, then turned and walked away with Samantha in his arms. The leg had been hacked clean from the thigh—blood gushed out like a fountain. Derek was in so much pain his face turned gray, barely able to breathe, let alone scream. He gasped, "Alexander... let me go. My dad's still got power. If anything happens to me, the Thompson family won't let you off!" Lucas spat at his feet, eyes full of disdain. "So... what's your favorite breed of dog?" Derek blinked, confused. "What... what do you mean?" Lucas patted his face lightly, almost mockingly. "I mean, where do you want to be buried? Inside a golden retriever? Or maybe a Rottweiler?" "