"Stay behind me," orders Trey. I scoff. "You aren't going to fight them off on your own," I argue. The men are coming forward, closer and closer to us. "Now, you can be good and get back into that chair, or we will have no choice but to cut you and your little girlfriend open," threatens the man closest to us. I grip Treys shoulder in fear. I can fight, but I am not immune to knives. The mans words seem to spark a new found rage inside of Trey. "Don't you f*****g dare threaten my mate," he growls in a deep and loud voice. I jump in surprise. I did not expect that.
The first man dashes towards Trey, knife first. Trey grabs the mans hand and twists it far enough to break it. He drops his knife to the floor and I pick it up quickly. "Good girl," praises Trey as he throws the man to the corn
