Groth brought Jory close to him whispering, “It’s okay, little bit.”
“Kick his ass, Groth. He hurt Jory and scared him. Kick his ass.” Nug said, as he wiggled in the guard’s arms.
“Donte said you wanted us to bring anyone that was close to the club. I found these two lurking just outside the club doors.” The guard holding onto Nug said, as another guard assisted Jory in by his arm.
“Let him go, Torro.” Garth practically growled.
The second the guard let go of Nug, the little s**t turned, and with as much force as he could muster, kicked the guard right in the nuts, dropping the big man to his knees.
“Holy shit.” Spencer gasped.
Nug pointed his finger at the pain-stricken man, hissing, “I told you what I was going to do when you let me go. I’m sick of you big fuckers thinking yo
