NADIA SIMPSON
Maxwell rushes Asher in anger and because I didn't want to feel pain again, I stepped in their middle to stop them from fighting.
My move becomes the worst decision I have ever made in my life because by the time Max realizes that I am covering Asher from him, it is too late for him to stop the swing.
I'm horrified, I can do nothing but watch Made swing his fist to my face and give me a punch that knocks me off my feet. I groan, falling to the ground from the force of the punch, my hands immediately rushing to my nose to soothe the pain that came immediately when I am punched.
The crowd gasps, murmurs resonating in the pack house as they all discuss and watch.
Asher races to me, crouching down to my leave and check-in my nose to make sure I am fine.
"Are you all right?" He asks, taking my hands off the nose to access it.
Am I supposed to be alright after getting punched on the nose by a man three types my size?
