Chapter Twenty Seven

"What the hell do you want Taylor, I'm obviously not in a position to converse with you" I say and send him a glare. If looks could kill then this guy would have died a million times over. I can't believe I have to deal with this old crap and Taylor at the same time.

"I was just here, minding my business when I saw my fiancee getting touched by an old drunk, should I be worried?" Taylor says with a smug smile, obviously enjoying my look of distress.

"No Taylor, you shouldn't be concerned and I'd really appreciate it if you'd go back to minding your business. It's either you help or fuck off!" I say, almost yelling in his face.

"Shut up you little cunt! You haven't done what I asked yet so you better stay still and let me touch...just shut up!" The man says and I did something I didn't expect I was even capable of. I raised my foot as high as his restraining legs allowed me, and stomped on his foot....hard. The man welped in pain and let me go, I quickly jumped to my feet and picked a wine bottle on the table.

I help it in front of me and watched as his eyes cleared a bit, before darkening dangerously, he made to stand up and well, my instincts kicked in, I smashed the bottle on his head, making him fall back on the chair at the same time I heard someone gasp behind me and I turn around to see another waitress spin around as she ran to call the manager, or was it the owner, I don't really care at this moment, everything seems so surreal.

But let's be frank, he was literally manhandling me, I don't think I should be blamed for breaking a bottle on a his head....right?