"You motherfucker! What did you do to her?"
Through my drowsy eyes, I saw my savior—Johnny.
He was hovering over Olden, landing punches straight to his face.
"We were just having fun," the maniac slurred, and that earned him another brutal hit, breaking his nose.
Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, but he was too high to feel anything, not even pain.
Then, people came rushing in—guests and guards—pulling Johnny away from Olden.
Among them was Tamara. Her eyes widened, hands covering her mouth as she took in the scene.
Her son was being dragged off from beating the s**t out of her “professional” local friend… while I was still lying on the table, legs dangling off the edge.
One of the guards tried to help me sit up, but Johnny snapped.
"Don't touch her! Don’t you f*****g touch
