The man was in serious pain, and that pain bled into his voice as he exclaimed,
“My wrist is broken! Please! Please, let me go!”
His pride and over bloated ego had all evaporated in Chase’s presence. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, as he tried to loosen his inflamed wrist from Chase’s grip.
“What was that you called her?” Chase snarled in rage, “Who the f**k are you to lay your filthy hand on her?!”
The manager dashed out of a door to see what the noise was all about, and his jaw dropped to the ground in alarm and shock when he saw Chase. He hurried over, apologizes spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall.
He had not even bothered to ask what was going on.
“Mr. Axford! I’m deeply sorry—”
Chase was barely even listening. All of his dark attention was strained on the man.
