Before I could think of what to do next, a big hulking man was standing between the bad man and me. This muscular stranger had come out of nowhere. Relief passed through me when the aggressive man’s hand was no longer aggressively circling my wrist.
“I don't think she wants to go with you. And you all are going to have to leave my club.”
I wasn't really looking at this new guy. I wanted to get away. Yeah, it would be nice to thank the stranger, but I was more concerned with myself. So, I skedaddled.
I got myself far away from those guys and took a deep breath. I was still pretty tense, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach had gone away. It was back almost immediately when someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. My first thought was that that guy who tried to help me got beat up by that horrible man and his horrible friends. They were here for me, which meant I was royally fucked.