He couldn't pull her up.
Flossie Wright seemed to sit there leisurely, her wrist gripped tightly by him. However, his strength was not enough to pull Flossie up.
"Hey.."
Opening his mouth, Marcel Smith was stumped.
Then, before he could finish his sentence, Flossie glanced over, clenched her hand over his, locking onto his bone. With a slight increase of strength, she made him unconsciously loosen his hold.
"Get lost."
Catching sight of several figures approaching from the corner of her eye, her voice turned icy.
Marcel Smith was startled.
The figures moved so fast that Marcel wasn't able to react before several burly men were in front of him.
The leader was that dashing bartender from earlier.
Damn it!
They indeed were eyeing me!
I knew these bastards weren't any good!
Marcel Smith cursed in his heart.
"What are you doing? Trying to steal my woman?!"
Stepping to cover Flossie, Marcel Smith met the bartender's gaze, menacingly.
