“What type of a grown-ass man need saving, what am I saying, he's more like a grown-ass b***h that needs saving from the mess I'm pretty sure he caused,” Ann mumbled under her breath before picking up the backpack wearing it, took a helmet, baseball bat and a key that was inside another small closet before closing it and dressing it like it's usual wardrobe filled with clothes.
She opened the door and peeped through it to see if her mom or any of her family members or neighbors were outside before coming to and carefully walking to the back of the house, opened the garage door, and uncovering the clothes of a closed black motorbike.
She wheeled it out of the garage, to the direction she was heading to before starting it, with her helmet on her head, and baseball bat in her bag, and zoome
