Adrian mouths the words, “Oh my fucking god.” He licks his finger to signify smoking hot.
She bends over to retrieve her bag from the other side of the table and his hand slides down and cups her behind. He squeezes it, whispers something in her ear and she laughs.
His hands come around her from behind and drop to her hipbones and then lower.
“Get your fucking hands off her.” Ben growls.
Our eyes all snap to Ben. Shit. He stands next to us like the incredible hulk. Steam is practically shooting from his ears and his jaw is ticking in anger.
We look back to Bridget in horror. Oh no.
“Guard Natasha Ben and keep your eyes off me.” She sneers sarcastically.
She turns and leans up on her toes. “Lets go home, baby,” she says to her German.
My face drops in horror.
He smiles deviously and grabs her behind again.
Adrian’s and my horrified eyes meet, oh my fucking god. I look around in a panic and see Brock and Joshua both stand at the possible impending fight.
Ben walks right up to this guy’s face. “If you want to live… Get the fuck out of here now.”
“Make me.” The guy sneers.
Oh. My. God. Ben is not someone you mess with.
Ben grabs the German by his throat and holds him at least fifteen centimetres off the ground. Adrian stands in a rush and pulls me by the arm out of the way. Joshua grabs me from him and takes me to the wall and hands me to Max.
“Take Natasha outside.”
I shake my head in a panic as I see Ben go ballistic and punch this guy in the face. What the fuck is going on?
The table tips over and all the drinks smash on the floor.
“Ben!” I hear Bridget scream. Joshua grabs Bridget and she starts to wrestle with him.
The German punches Ben, but he responds, returning with three quick, hard punches.
Joshua wrestles with Bridget as Brock stands and watches, but doesn’t move to break it up.
Max grabs my arm. “Outside, Tash.”
“Break it up!” I yell.
Max looks at me with a this-guy-deserved-it look.
Max pushes me forward and I stumble out through the front doors. We wait around the side of the building as bouncers run in from everywhere.
“What the hell is going on?” I yell at Max.
Next thing I know, Bridget is being dragged out of the doors by Ben and pulled around to the side of the building.
They don’t see us.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Bridget screams.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ben yells in her face.
I shrivel. Shit, Ben is scary when he’s mad.
“I’m getting over you,” her voice cracks in pain.
Oh, pity fills me. My poor sister is hurt.