Silas’s POV
“You mother fucker! Why did you hit me?!” I struggled to get up, spitting off the blood that settled on my lips, my legs crossing each other.
“f**k off!” Dorian lashed, trying to come at me but Ethan wouldn't allow it.
I watched his chest rise and fall abruptly, his fist clenched as he blinked multiple times, looking away from me as if to say he's disappointed in me.
“Stop taking pictures!” Ethan lashed out at everyone who watched, as they all quickly kept their phones back.
Dorian, on the other hand, walked towards me, helping me to maintain my balance. Throwing his hand across my neck signaling Ethan to pack the rest of our phones on the table.
“I'll be right behind you,” he said. Before announcing loudly while Dorian led me out towards the car.
“If any of this
