Crash!
The sound of the glass bottle shattering destroyed the silence in the dimly lit room. Schwartz got up, unable to balance himself. The scent of whiskey radiated around him as he barely kept himself straight. His assistant rushed to support him, only to be kicked down.
"DO NOT TOUCH ME!" Schwartz yelled, stepping on the broken glass. "How dare she? That bitch… I turned her into a star and she went to spread her legs for a masked bastard?"
Everything had been fine moments ago, but then images of Cindy and Jack's intimate encounter appeared on his phone and all hell broke loose. The bartender's head was split open, his blood mixing with the spilled alcohol on the floor.
The assistant shook his head before gesturing at the guards to dispose of the guy. They didn't bother checking the man's vitals and dragged him outside, probably to end him for good.
But the tension didn't ease inside the room. Schwartz was still furious and throwing things around.
