The arcade was filled with the sounds of scuffling, panicked cries, and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor.


    The leader of the gang was now pinned to the ground. "Mercy!"


    He managed to crane his neck and finally got a good look at Marion''s face. "Mr. Houston? Please, have mercy, Mr. Houston." Marion nudged the man''s face with the toe of his boot.


    "West Dock?"


    "Yes, sir. We''re from West Dock."


    "Which hand of yours touched my wife?"


    "Your wife?"


    The leader of the gang paled when he saw Marion embracing Debra.


    He stammered, "No, I didn''t get to..."


    Before he could finish, he felt a sharp nce cut through him.


    Marion ordered, "Take him away and p him until he can''t speak."


    "Yes, sir." His men swiftly dragged the man away.


    Debra pointed to the punk who had just harassed Liza. "Bring him here and let Miss Eaton deal with him."


    "Yes, ma''am." Marion''s men brought the punk before Liza.


    Debra smiled, "Miss Eaton, didn''t you say you wanted to chop off his hand? I have a knife right here for you."


    Seeing the dagger hidden in Debra''s sleeve,


    haveand eximed, "You


    knife? Why didn''t you take it


    out earlier?" Content belon.ne


    "If I had taken it out earlier, would you have been able to take on ten men by yourself?"


    "Well, that''s an exaggeration."


    At least, he wouldn''t have had to back down in front of these scumbags.


    Debra turned back to Liza, handing dagger. "Here you go, Misse


    He''s all yoursel


    whatever


    you want."


    Liza looked at the knife, hesitating. She was angry, but she hadn''t really intended to maim anyone.


    She bit her lip and said, "I don''t want to see blood. Maybe you guys should handle this."


    Debra knew Liza wouldn''t go through with it. She signaled to Marion''s men, and they quickly dragged the punk away.


    "Alright, spill it," Debra said. "What brings you here sote at night?"


    Liza nced at Gand. "I was following my brother. He snuckte


    at night, so I wanted to see 1.04`


    where he was going."


    "You followed me? How did you even track me?"


    "GPS. I installed it in your car. It even has a real-time video. Pretty impressive, huh?"


    Gand was livid. "I''m not your boyfriend. Why are you tracking me?"


    "Because you''ve been acting weird ever since you snuck off here," Liza shot back. "I was curious."


    Debra caught the crucial detail. "Snuck off here?"


    Gand sweated under her scrutiny and groaned inwardly, ''Juan, where are you? I can''t handle this.''