CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“What? None of you is going to hit him? You are such p*****s,” Bernard screamed from the ground, clutching his jaw. The jerk must have lost more than one tooth judging from the amount of blood dripping out of his mouth.
You know how it happens in the movie? Where the hero looks so intimidating that he scares a bunch of muscly men from fighting with him? Well, this certainly looked like one of those scenes. The four standing guys glanced at one another but none of them made a single move towards Malcom.
“I thought so and by the way you’d better delete all those pictures Bernard. Unless, of course, you want more than just a broken jaw,” Malcom smirked, grabbed my hand and to hell with the warm tingles that pulsed through my arm at his touch as he pulled me out of
