The Trap Of Ace
But before he could hit me, a punch landed on his cheek, on the same one I just slapped, sending him to the ground.
"Keep your filthy hands to yourself if you don't want me to fucking pluck them out of your body!" letting out a bellow, Ace stood before me, shielding me from any harm. With eyes blazing with fury, shoulders rigid, he glared down at Arthur with wrath.
Spitting out blood, Arthur went to stand up again but another harsh kick of Ace's polished shoe threw him back on his back. A grunt of pain left his mouth.
When Ace went to hit him again, losing control, I held him back, at the same time the cops took Arthur away from Ace's reach. Tugging him up, they held him back.