Arthur's POV
I didn't stop with just one. I connected my fist so many times to his face until it was swollen and bleeding. He could barely put up a fight and no one dared helped him, or they would get some for themselves too. Grabbing him by his shirt, I gave one final blow and pushed him.
He stumbled back, holding on to his bleeding and broken nose. “You…” he pointed with a sneer. “This isn't over,” he slurred.
“Out of my way!” he barked at the onlookers, as he staggered out of my sight.
The bartender passed me a handkerchief. I gave him a curt nod, wiping off the blood on my hands before turning to Sierra. “Sierra, are you okay?” I asked, placing my hand on her back.
She shook my hand off, mumbling something incoherent. My guess was right, she was too drunk. “How many bottles did s
