"And who the hell did you think you are you hold my woman?" A voice asked while grabbing their hands of Franklin with full force.

I shift my gaze towards where the voice is…. And then I saw Jefferson.

He's currently on a black jacket, and black trouser, while on his other hand lies his ailment.

Jefferson held the man so tight that I felt as if he was about to break the man's bone.

"Who the fuck are you?" Franklin barked.

"And who the hell are you to ask me such a question?" Jefferson asked, before pushing the man away.

The man held his wrist and stare at Jefferson...