You Let Him Steal Your Woman?!
In the forest of the central park, a man with blood covered all over his face sat against a tree. His breath was rough and irregular, and his broken nose was leaking blood. His left eye was swollen shut, while his right eye had an ugly bruise. His hands and feet were also battered and bruised, and it hurt just to move them. The worst injury was the large gash on his forehead, which continued to bleed profusely.
But despite all that, the pain and suffering he endured were nothing compared to the anger and hatred burning within him.
"That bitch Rose... and that bastard Lucifer..."
Mike spoke through gritted teeth as he remembered what had caused his current predicament. He had been beaten up like a dog by Lucifer without being able to do anything in return. Not to mention the humiliation he suffered when Rose, who was supposed to be his woman, kissed Lucifer right in front of him.