Michael's POV
"You bastard! I will kill you!" I growled as I grabbed the intruder by the collar of his shirt. I punched the man square in the jaw, feeling a surge of anger as I stumbled backward to regain control. "Who sent you?" I demanded, my fists clenched to strike again.
The man's face flashed with anger. His face was not familiar. He didn't answer; he just launched himself at me, swinging wildly. I dodged his blows easily, giving him another punch that sent him crashing to the floor.
But the intruder was relentless; he was ready to beat me, and we clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks. I could hear the maids screaming in the background, but I didn't dare take my eyes off my opponent.
Finally, I managed to land a kick at his groin, and that also sent him to the floor. He let out an ear-splitting cry because of the pain. I stood over him, my chest heaving in successions, and demanded again. "Who sent you?"
