Liam stood there. Foot pressed against Iggy's chest. Looking down at him.
Then he turned his head.
Looked back at the three hundred men standing behind him.
They were just standing there. Silent. Watching. Not moving.
Liam's jaw tightened.
"Don't you see I'm about to kill your boss?" His voice was loud. Cutting through the silence. "And you're all just standing there?"
Silence.
Not one person moved. Not one person spoke.
Then someone in the back said it.
"Fuck him."
Another voice. Different person. "He lost."
"Not our problem anymore."
"Should've been stronger."
More voices joined in. Overlapping. Dismissive. Cold. Like they were talking about throwing out garbage.
The same people who'd been cheering for Iggy minutes ago. Shouting his name. Hyping him up. Celebrating when they thought Liam was finished.
Now they didn't care.
Liam stared at them.
His stomach turned. Disgust crawling up his throat like bile.
