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CHRISTY:

The impact did not come. When I opened my eyes, I saw my husband, stopping the man's hand while his body was trembling with anger.

Everette?

When did he come here? Did he know I was here?

"Don't lay a hand on my wife," he said, emphasizing all the words and crushing the man’s fist. The latter cried in pain while uttering an ear-splitting curse towards my husband.

“Fuck you!” he spat.

My heart hammered against my ribcage.

“Everette. Stop it,” I ordered. He was not the type to fight someone. He was one of the calmest men I ever met. And I no longer understand why he was doing this.

Was he not scared of this huge man?

Was Everette a match to the man wearing a black T-shirt? The latter was huge and I did not know if my husband knew some self-defense.

"You want me to stop? Never!” To the bastard, he growled, “You don't call her fat or any woman fat."

The other two accomplices were on standby, waiting for the huge fight that was about to happen. Three against one? I did not