Mike assumed an aggressive stance, his eyes sharp. With his tall, buff body, he did look rather threatening. The girls standing behind him stared at him with sparkling eyes, their hearts pounding.

What young woman wasn't a romantic at heart? They had fantasized about being a damsel in distress saved by prince charming more than once.

"Punk, do you know who the fuck I am? How dare you stick your nose in my business?!" The man in the suit cupped his bleeding head, his eyes dark.

"I don't care who you are. If you don't kneel and apologize today, don't blame me if I shatter your legs!" Mike waved his bat.

"That's right, apologize!" his group of buddies crowed. Boys at their age naturally had no fear.

"Great! A group of prepubescent boys dares behave so arrogantly in front of me? Just you wait!" the man spat harshly as he attempted to slip away.

"Fuck, who said you could go?" Furious, Mike swung the bat at the man's legs. The latter stumbled and almost crashed to the floor. "Boy