It felt fucking good to have his fist connecting to Marc's face, but before he could get a second shot in, there was a gun pointed at his face. "Oh fuck," Brad hissed out and started to step back.
Having grown up in the city, he'd seen plenty of people with guns or getting threatened by them. He'd never been on the receiving end of it until now.
His eyes darted to the girl - no, the woman - and back to Marc. He was frozen, head to toe, and prayed to whatever was out there to listen to him, that Marc would listen to the hot babe instead of shooting him. He held his hands up, trying to force himself to keep from puking or pissing his pants.