My first instinct was to protect my Nami. So, I wrenched from her hold and pushed her behind me, ready to fight despite the giant pole poking the front of my pants.
"What the fuck?!" I raged at the tall, muscular man in front of me. His muscles were unimpressive to me seeing as I was fucking huge. "You ever heard of knocking?" I'm pissed right now because this idiot had interrupted the awesome time with my girl. We'd been bonding, getting to know each other. I hoped this was a mistake.
The fair-complexioned guy before me barked. "Who are you?" his chest rose and fell in the grey wifebeater he wore, obviously not a mistake.
"Who the hell are you?" I snapped back, my hand holding Nami's hip to keep her protected behind me.
He flicked his gaze to where my hand was and bent to the side to catch Nami's attention. "What the fuck is this, Nams?"
