Hunter's POV (Continuation...)
I lifted the glass again and down the rest of the cossack from there. Each and one of them became silent as they had their eyes on me. I slammed the glass on the glass table on the side, making both glass and the table cracked. The shards then spread the floor as I stood up from the couch and ignored the slight sting on the fresh wounds on my palm.
I shook off the blood from my palm, exiting from there in a bad mood. There were few people in the hallway and some she-wolves who wants to get laid for the night, but didn't pay them more attention until I left the club towards my car.
Days later after what happened in the club, I spent it mostly in my hobby in the car company. Mostly I tested the newly engineered cars for a drive and give my feedbacks about it. It was used to make me occupied but strangely, my mind was filled with that girl.
