“Who are you?” I ask, trying to look shocked he even knows my name.

“Yeah, it’s you. Listen to you talking like some rich pompous prick with your stuck-up British accent.” I can see in his eyes the instability there.

“Who the fuck are you and how do you know my name!” I take a step closer to him and get in his face.

“I’m the man that’s going to take from that bitch what her father took from me.” A glaze forms over his eyes, and I tread carefully because I think rational thought is long gone for him.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. Fuck off and leave me alone,” I say, dismissing him, and it’s enough to piss him off.

And as soon as I do that, I see his hand start to move from his pocket, holding a knife. Thankfully it’s not a gun because I can deal with this. I step back a couple of feet to keep myself safe.

“Not going to happen. That bitch of yours, Harper, her father stole my money and my life, so now she can pay for that with your life.” He starts to wave the knife around in front of me.

I raise my hands in the air to show I’m not a threat and also to hopefully attract onlookers. “Whoa there, buddy. It’s not her fault. She didn’t have anything to do with what her father did. You said money, is it money you want?” I say, trying to get him to put on film that he is blackmailing us if he chooses that option, but deep down, I already know that’s not it. “If it’s money, I’ll give it to you so you don’t hurt me, because Harper wouldn’t recover from that. Please, how much money do you need?”

I can see in his eyes that he homes in on the words that I purposely said to him, that me being hurt would cause her pain, because at the end of the day, he is looking for revenge. Everyone thought he was just after money, but it’s more than that now. He wants someone to pay for his life being screwed up and going to jail.

“I don’t give a fuck about the money, cunt. I want her to hurt. Daddy’s little girl needs to pay for his mistakes.” The venom in his words has my blood boiling, and I have never tried so hard in my life to ignore my instinct to grab him by the throat and deprive him of breathing the same air as the rest of us.