#Chapter392
/"She doesn’t speak Italian so at least have the backbone to speak English, so she knows what insults you’re throwing around about her! And for the record, you don’t know shit about her so how about you shut the fuck up and leave her alone./" He loses his temper completely, that snap and brusque tone making both me and her flinch simultaneously.
He knows he’s losing his control and I see him physically repent, turning to storm off away from her and towards the drinks cabinet in the corner off to the left. He knows he needs to reel in his shit and he’s searching for alcohol to take the edge off his spiralling temper. Chastising himself for disrespecting this awful woman.
I follow him feebly to get the hell away from this rude arsehole before I say something I regret and agree a drink would be good about now. I walk at a pace to match his and try to edge his way before she follows at speed.
