Are you okay, momma?

Stepping out of the way in fear, blue eyes met with almond green eyes, and for the first time in an hour, she heaved a sigh of relief, a sigh of relief that accompanied the tears of relief.

A feminine figure appeared from the back and it turned out to be Tracy. Tears of gratitude filled the bream of her eyes, and she let them out.

Although she vowed not to ever accept anything that had to do with Tracy, she won't in any way be a hypocrite.

She stared at the young guy in front of her. He looked like a middle age guy, he looked 35. He was tall and muscled, broad and huge, his black clothe hugged his body so tightly, revealing his attractive body shape. His hair was curled and packed into a ponytail.

He had an evil grin dancing at the corner of his lip, while the other guy quivered in fear. His heart beat rapidly against his chest.

He knows Lacan. He knows how dangerous he could be, he wasn't holding a knife in his hands but he knew just a punch from Lacan could sentence him to death.

Tr