The guy was fat, late forties, with greasy hair plastered to his head. He had Tessa by the hair, forcing her down to her knees. Grocery bags littered the hallway floor—tomatoes and carrots rolling everywhere.
"Fucking hell…" My head swam, fever blurring the world. "Let her go, you piece of shit!"
He sneered. "Who's this? Knight of the sluts?"
He shoved Tessa aside and came at me. Jasmine grabbed my arm, trying to hold me back, but he was already in my face.
The punch cracked across my cheek before I could raise a hand. I went down hard.
Then his boot smashed into my skull like I was a fucking soccer ball. My vision went white, spinning, breath knocked from my lungs.
"Ogh… shit…" I croaked.
"Let me go!" Jasmine screamed as he grabbed her.
I forced myself up, lunged, and dragged him down with me. We hit the ground, and he scrambled on top of me, straddling my stomach. His fist rammed into my throat. Who the fuck punches there?
