Caesar's breathing was heavy, and his anger grew worse by the second.
"Take a proper look at her one last time!" His grip on the man's hair tightened, forcing him to peer at Adeline, who was glued to her spot. "Now wash her off your stinking memory, because if you even do so much as think of her, I won't be so generous. I don't kill people in my club, that's your only luck. If not, a bullet would have gone through your head by now."
He finished him off by slamming his face into the nearest table. The man slumped to the ground, unconscious, and he began to kick the light out of him like a madman.
The onlookers knew better than to pry, so they simply turned away, continuing their activity. It was none of their business, anyway.
"Caesar." Adeline, who had approached him, grabbed him by the arm. "That's enough."
