David's POV:
I am frustrated, I am angry. I feel like yelling and punching something and I don't know whether I am angry at me, Albert or Sri. I can't be angry at her. It's not her mistake but at least she could have been a bit understanding.
What she expects me to do when some bastard is trying to force her, huh? I couldn't stay calm. So, I hit him, is that wrong? it's not, right? If it's not for Srivi, Albert would have met Satan himself, that lucky bastard. Now it's time to find a new manager for this pub as a replacement for Albert.Shit head.
I gulp the vodka shots one after the other. Till I felt like I can't take anymore. I decided to drive the car but then again I am drunk, so one of my men from the pub assisted me.
"Where to sir, home?" he asked.
I look at him. Home?do I reall
