Gage’s POV
“Don’t worry… I’m not gonna let them harm you.” I had picked up an empty beer bottle from the far corner, my only means of a weapon. I could hear something muffled going on in the hall, enough to warn me that something was going down.
The door swung open then with a click, Chester framed in the doorway with his nostrils flaring. He looked at me, then to the girl cowering behind my legs; a murderous rage overtaking his eyes. “Gage, you sick bastard! Get away from my mate!” He came charging at me, full force and fist flying. I played dirty and smashed the bottle against his head, not even stunning him.
It was all I could do to dodge him as I got word out. “It’s!” A fist brushed my shoulder, sending me off balance slightly as I dodged a kick just barely. “Not what!” He shoved me
