I was still a traumatized from the incident that just happened when Cody pulled me behind him. I couldn't believe it. He caught me. And here I was, a drunk woman in a night club. My body was weak, my mind dizzy and my spirit was struggling to keep my eyes opened.
I didn't know if I should feel relieved or angry. I was not in any mood to talk, or even see him.
He seemed to have read my mind. He kept a hand on my shoulder as he kept his focus on the guy who groped me.
"Is this your girlfriend?" asked the guy, sneering, his face contorted in rage.
"Is it you?" Cody shot back, his voice dangerously low. The anger in his eyes was unmistakable. He stepped closer to the guy and stood in front of me.
"You're a f*****g son of a b***h," answered the guy. He turned to me, his eyes smiling. He
