#Chapter13 Pick the girl

Tristan's POV:

I was fuming with anger, ready to bash the guy's head on the wall behind when a sweet angelic voice stopped me.

The guy was looking behind meat something. I followed his gaze to find the girl lying in a fetal position on the ground mumbling the name of the guy. I released my hold on his neck and he hurriedly scrambled to her and kneeled down beside the girl.

I could clearly see the fearful look on his bruised face. He stroked her hair looking guilty then his eyes blazed in anger. I could clearly tell he was in love with her. In...