Alric’s POV
“Let go of her now or I would call the police.”
I scoffed at the young man who ELARA had called Zach.
“Pathetic,” I muttered, grabbing on ELARA’s dress. I pulled her directly up the stairs.
“Al… Alric, can we eat your special noodles for breakfast?” the little woman muttered, still pulling on me.
“No,” I said flatly.
“Then I’ll ask Zach to cook,” she said as she turned to the motherfucker that stood there looking stupid. ELARA was hurrying to let go of my hands and get to Zach.
Holding on to her petite frame, I pinned her drunken self against the wall.
“Who are you?” Zach mentioned from behind, his voice low and calm. I must admit he was up to my height, but lucky me, I was taller than he was, that’s a mercy.
The moment I felt a heavy punch across my face that came une
