I nodded fast, still pressed against the wall, still trying to understand what just happened. The guy was groaning on the ground, holding his face like his entire skull cracked. Alan hadn’t even broken a sweat.
He adjusted his cuff, like he hadn’t just knocked a man out. “His name’s Peter Knox. He won’t have a career by tomorrow,” I watched his grown deepen as he reduced his voice to mumble, even though I could still make his words out, “he tried to touch something that belongs to me.”
My stomach dropped.
What the f**k?!
I didn't have enough time to process this man's bullshit because I was distracted by the groaning sounds coming from the man on the ground.
Peter scrambled to his feet, blood on his lip, eyes darting. He glanced at Alan, then me, then back again.
Peter’s eyes wide
