Baron’s POVHoly Heck!“Hello, Mr.” I grab his wrist in a tight grip. The tiny plastic studs on my studded gloves brace into his flesh. I knew I will make a moron scapegoat for touching my woman… but I never knew it will be this hard.The grumpy man groans. He tries to be stubborn and clutch right on her hair, but I clamp down, almost paralyzing his fingers. His knuckles turn pale white, skin bleeds red. He bites down a cry, keeping up a manly act: Men don't cry.“Who the fuck are you?” He finally lets go and turns to vent his frustration on me. Launching his shirt frame forward, I knock him back to his usual dwarf height, and take his other hand in mine. With ease, I twist them to his back, snapping his bones, breaking every stiff joint in his body. His manly defense breaks and he yells at the top of his lungs, aggressive still. Valerie stays frozen in her place, watching in awe. “You’ll learn not to touch any lady, ever.” I bash his head on the counter, drawing blood from his e
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