Mark straddled him pulled his fists back and slammed it into Cholo’s face with a sickening crunch “You think you can touch her?” Mark snarled, slamming another fist into Cholo’s face. “Think you can play your sick little games?”

Cholo grunted, blood pouring from his nose, his lip was split wide open. He tried to throw a punch, but Mark caught his wrist, twisting it at an unnatural angle. A sickening pop filled the air, followed by Cholo’s sharp scream.

Mark didn’t stop there.

He ...