Lucas’ POV

“How does a man who just had sex with someone who can pass for his junior sister expect to come against me?” White Wolf, as he was commonly called, yelled, before picking my 97kg self up, and throwing me against some antique clothing store.

“Fuck!” I yelled as my hand grazed the brick walls that were used for aesthetics. Who would've thought aesthetics could be so deadly? “Hear me out.” I managed to speak.

“I'm done doing that.” He smiled maniacally, the same smile I'd seen in numerous leaked clips, that he had one before digging his overgrown nails into men's necks.

“No! Listen!” I yelled, buying myself...