Chapter 15

My eyes widened the moment I saw him walking towards me; he was only putting on jean trousers and was bare-chested, I was taken aback by his well-defined muscles covered in blood.

He was a mess with the smell of sweat and blood. I was supposed to be repulsed by the smell, but for some insane reason, I found myself loving it.

"We should get going, Mate," he whispered into my ears, making me go crazy. My head felt woozy instantly, but I quickly regained composure.

I silently trailed behind him. I took a glance at his feet, and for the first time, I noticed he was walking barefoot.

"What the hell?" I was beginning to wonder what happened to his clothes and shoes—did he throw them away while running from the tattooed men, or did he probably exchange his life for his clothes and shoes?

"He didn't rub blood on his body, so he wouldn't be embarrassed for running like a coward, did he?" I said to myself,

"Don't be ridiculous, mate," he replied, his gray eyes piercing my heart in two.

"I didn'