Noelle

Noelle

“Mal,” I gasped in shock as Malcolm pushed Nicholas to a nearby wall.

“Who the fuck are you man?” Nicholas grunted attempting to push Malcolm off.

But Malcolm was way taller, bulkier, had more muscles, and definitely stronger than the fucker Nicholas.

Did he just say he liked them tough? My eyes flared up, realization hitting me hard that I was not his first victim.

A lot of women must have suffered at his hands, it was quite apparent that he was the kind that assaulted women sexually.

My shopping bags fell from his hands as Malcolm began to rain blows on him.

“What the fuck ma–” Nicholas never got to finish his statement as another blow landed on him.

I did not attempt to stop Malcolm because Nicholas deserved it. After getting a good beating, he was going to get locked up in a cell where he rightfully belonged. Monsters like him belonged there.

“Bastard!!” A murderous glint was written in Malcolm's eyes, his blows never-ending.

I gradually became alert at the sight of blood.