Ansel
I had Malachi on the floor in a headlock and then pinned him down on the floor using all of my weight. I threw punches after punches, not giving Malachi an opening to fight back. All those self-defense classes I took in high school and college were finally paying off. I wasn't about to go down without breaking this guy's bones to dust.
Malachi's men stepped forward to stop me, but I saw my bodyguards jumping in on my peripheral vision. I didn't know where Michael was. Was he going to try to kill me too? But he was trying to stop Sadie from being sold. Nothing was making sense at the moment.
I kept my focus on the guy under me. What was his name again? Malachi? His face looked like a mess. He was spitting out blood through his teeth.
Malachi threw his head back and closed his eye
