Karmen strode into the local bar, his jaw clenched the moment he spotted Eryx in the private lounge. His hearing had always been sharp, and it didn't take long for him to catch every filthy word Eryx was saying about Aisha in front of his friends.
Violence had never been his way. He preferred restraint. But today, reason had no place here. Eryx had crossed a line, he should never have.
"Eryx!"
Karmen's voice cut through the room like thunder as he stopped at the entrance of the lounge, where all the nonsense had been taking place.
Every head turned toward him. For a moment, there was silence.
Then Eryx frowned. "Who the fuck are you?"
Karmen answered with a cold sneer. Without a word, he slipped on the gloves he had brought with him. Before any of Eryx's friends could react, Karmen surged forward.
He grabbed Eryx by the collar, slammed him against the nearest wall, and tightened his grip around his neck.
A bottle lay nearby on the table.
