C.P. Smith

As he charged up the hill Mia slapped Zimmer and then stumbled back, turned, and fell to her knees.

His anger had reached a boiling point when Mia hit the ground, so when he reached Zimmer, he grabbed his shoulder, turned the man punching him with the force of a sledgehammer.

Max turned to Mia then and lifted her arm, looking at her wrist, and saw bruises had already formed on her wrist.

“He marked you,” Max bit out feeling his control slipping by the second.

His mother called out “Max!” so he turned his head and saw the fear in her eyes. Closing his own

“I plead insanity to whatever you just heard. In fact, just forget all about it and I’ll be on my way. Does Curly work on Saturdays?”

“He has dreadlocks for Christ sake,” Max growled ignoring me.