An especially muscular man made his way to the head of the pack. He made a fist and flexed his biceps; the mere gesture was enough to shut his cronies up.
"Did ya call me n' the boys here just for this shrimp, Mr. Evans?" The man cracked his knuckles. "A bundle o' sticks like him, why, I could probably deck him in a single punch—knock the daylights outta him."
Though he appeared to be speaking to Sam, his eyes were trained sharply on me.
Evidently, I had not passed his evaluation. He looked at me with ill-concealed disdain as he smacked his fist against his palm.
"I don't care what happens to him, but make sure you leave the girl alone. She hit my girlfriend just now! I'm gonna avenge her with my dick."
Sam emphasized the last three words with an obscene thrust of his pelvis.
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