"And what are you going to do?" His voice deep came out terrifying but I scoffed. Is he trying to intimidate me with his voice and appearance, huh??
"Can you save those muscles for your fellow men? Don't tell me you want to hit her. Okay then do it!" I heard an unfamiliar voice and my eyes narrowed to the direction of the voice.
My eyes fell on a young, handsome man dressed in a black tuxedo, his hands buried in his pocket pants, gazing at me.
Did he just tell him to hit me? Who the heck is he? Is he interfering to make things worse or what?
The muscles guy glanced at me and then looked at him. "You called your man, right?"
M-Ma-Man?
