Nyelle
Before I could even process what was happening, Vincent lunged at the man again. His fist slammed hard into the drunk man’s face with so much force that people around us gasped loudly. The man crashed against one of the tables while drinks spilled everywhere across the floor.
“Stop!” someone yelled from the crowd.
But Vincent looked completely gone.
Years of cold control suddenly disappeared from his face while pure rage burned in his eyes. He grabbed the man by his shirt again and punched him once more so hard that blood splattered across his knuckles immediately.
“How dare you touch her?” he snapped furiously.
The entire club had turned chaotic now. People pulled out their phones recording everything while others rushed forward trying to separate them.
Meanwhile I stood fro
