C18 Spaghetti-strap nightgown

**Third person**

“Get your filthy hands off her now!” A deep voice roared.

Valerie’s eyes flew open.

The voice sounded very familiar.

The scar-faced thug sucked on his teeth and then turned in the direction of the man. “This is none of your business, get out of here while we're being nice,” he shouted.

Lucas clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “I won't repeat myself