He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 237

Every guy in the private room turned to stare.

Teresa walked straight over, stopping right next to Felton. She set her hand on his shoulder. “Get up.”

Nelson was quick to object. “Teresa, what are you trying to prove? Playing the hero now? I paid for this, so why don’t you just get lost.”

Teresa had grown up in the Baker family, and Felton always dragged her along wherever he went. All the rich kids he hung out with had known her forever.

Nelson calling her by name didn’t surprise anyone.

Nelson pressed his hand hard on Felton’s shoulder, his words full of mockery. “Felton, aren’t you usually so tough? I want to see just how tough you really are tonight.”

He started undoing his belt again. The people watching were getting rowdy, shouting and laughing, loving every second of the drama.

Nelson’s smile turned sleazy. He got his belt undone and reached for his zipper. The whole room seemed to hold its breath, then the crowd started whistling and egging him on.

“Getting picked by Nelson is the luckiest thing that could happen to Felton,” someone called out.

“If he serves Nelson well, maybe he won’t have to hustle so hard for money anymore,” came another voice.

“Felton, this is your shot. Don’t waste it.”

The taunts kept coming. Felton was shaking, veins popping on his forehead, humiliated and angry.

Suddenly, Teresa smashed the wine bottle she’d been holding right over Nelson’s head. Blood mixed with red wine and ran down his face.

Everyone went silent, frozen in shock, especially Felton. His eyes were huge, like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

Nelson took a few seconds to snap out of it.

In an instant, his face twisted, turning vicious. “Neither of you is leaving this room tonight.”

After he spoke, Teresa stepped out from behind Felton, her face calm. “You really think so?”

Nelson had never met anyone who could out-crazy him. He bared his teeth. “Teresa, I didn’t want to go against you. But you’re the one who came looking for trouble. Don’t blame me for what happens next. Hold her down. I’m cutting off her hand tonight.”

His men started to close in from every direction. Teresa kicked the first woman who got too close, sending her flying, then stepped forward and pressed the jagged edge of the broken bottle to Nelson’s neck.

Nelson’s face drained of color. “Teresa, what the hell are you doing?”

Teresa’s smile was cold. “Nelson, I didn’t want to be your enemy either. But you forced my hand. I don’t have a choice.”

“Bullshit! You’re the one who smashed my head open! Who’s forcing who here?”