The man was in serious pain, and that pain bled into his voice as he exclaimed,

“My wrist is broken! Please! Please, let me go!”

His pride and over bloated ego had all evaporated in Chase’s presence. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, as he tried to loosen his inflamed wrist from Chase’s grip.

“What was that you called her?” Chase snarled in rage, “Who the fuck are you to lay your filthy hand on her?!”

The manager dashed out of a door to see ...