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The girls pick up on the rising tension at the table as well, but their mouths are open, and their eyes are wide as they listen to me as if hypnotized. "He dropped her just like that." I drop my glass of beer to the ground, where it shatters.

"And you know why?"

The blaring music and loud conversations around us drown out the shattering sound of the glass for all but a few people at closer tables, who begin to take notice of us.

The women shake their heads.

"Because this woman was abused as a child. Her body carries a few scars from it. And he didn't like that, did you, Les?"

The three women stare at Les in open disgust now. "Did you really do that?" one of them asks.

"I have no idea what the fuck this idiot is blabbering on about," Les blusters.

"That's shameful," another girl says and shakes her head.

"Hmm," I stare at Lester.

"Let's go," the third girl decides, and slides off the high chair.

I nod at them, "Ladies."

"What the fuck, man?" Les turns to me.

"Les, who is this guy?" Max chimes in, rolling up his sleeves to show off his arm muscles, probably earned by working out three hours a week at the gym when he's not busy ogling the women.

"I'm the guy who married the girl," I say with a grin. I put my hand behind Lester's head and smash it face-first into the four glasses left on the tray Max brought. Glass shatters and shards implant themselves into Lester's face.

"Oops," I say, "that's gonna leave some scarring."

Lester howls out in pain; Max moves back and forth in agitation, trying to figure out if he should attack me or help his friend. Other men at the neighboring tables move protectively in front of their women.

I raise my arms. "No harm, no foul."

Lester is falling to the ground, his face a bloody mess. He'll be staring at his scars for the rest of his life. Seems a fitting fate for an arrogant asshole like him.

For Rob, I have something similar in mind.

"You better take him to the ER before he bleeds out," I advise Max, throwing a few hundred on the table. "For the Uber; you shouldn't drink and drive."

Whistling, I leave the club. With perfect timing, Vito is already waiting for me, parked illegally in the second lane.

"How did it go?" He asks as I enter and sit down in the passenger seat.

"Very satisfying." I fill him in and then give him Rob's address.

Rob lives in a small duplex. Good, the neighbors will hear him scream and call the cops. I don't want to kill him. Well, I do, but I promised. So…

"Wait here, I won't be long," I tell Vito.

True to my word, I'm back ten minutes later. In the distance, we can already hear the sirens.

"What did you do to him?" Vito asks as he pulls away from the curb.

"I set his dick on fire." I douse my hands with disinfectant.

Vito chuckles, "That's a new one."

I nod, "I'm telling you, being in love brings out your creativity."

"Remind me never to get on your creative side." He turns to the freeway, "Home?"

"You know it."

Just thinking of Scarlet waiting for me there makes me smile.

This was for you, baby; I stare at her beautiful face on my phone.Nobody will ever hurt you again.Not on my watch!

THE END