Page 91 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Let me go, you fucking psycho," Austin pleads.

"I'll show you a psycho." I tighten my grip on him and wonder how many people are about to bear witness to this.

"Archer," London says, her voice stern and piercing. She places her hand on my back and every inch of me softens. "Let him go, Archer."

I stare at the excuse of a man standing in front of me, his gaze darting back and forth between my eyes, his brow moist with sweat, his upper lip quivering. In a swift movement, I release him and take a step away, his body dropping the couple of inches I had been holding him up.

Austin runs his hand over his collar and catches his breath. "You need to get your bitch in check," he mumbles.

Everything goes red, and without giving it another thought, I reel my arm back and slam it into his face, his nose breaking the second my fist hits it. He cries out and I hit him again, grabbinghim by the throat to hold him in place. I land two more blows before Leo and someone else peels me off Austin, who collapses to the floor, blood covering his face.

My chest heaves and I turn around to find the entire restaurant gawking at the show I gave them.

London plants both hands on my shoulders, steadying me toward her. "Archer, look at me."

I comply, her bright green eyes desperate in their attempt to calm me down. "Are you okay?" I ask her. "Did he touch you?"

She shakes her head. "I'm fine. I called you as soon as things got bad."

"I'll fucking kill him," I whisper so only she can hear, the words meant for no one other than her.

"I know." London trails her hands up to my neck, cupping under my chin. She runs her thumbs along my jaw, her touch soft and soothing. "I know."

"I ruined your dinner," I tell her, something apologetic in my tone.

"That's okay." London keeps her hands on me, her eyes on me, and for a second, it feels like we're the only ones in the room, and damn if I wish that were true.

As much as I don't want to, I break away from her, focusing my attention on everyone around us. "Out," I say loudly. "Everyone out." I scoot my hands in the air at the crowd, who for a split second I'm not convinced will listen to me. "My last name is Sin, and I am telling you all to get the fuck out." My gaze scans the tables, wanting to make sure I touch every person with my glare.

A few couples get up, my warning resonating now that they know who I am, or well, at least what I stand for, and this seems to spark the rest of the patrons to do the same.

An employee rushes over to me. "Sir, what can I help you with?"

"Get everyone out of here. Clear a table. Get those fucking oysters out of here. And so help me god, do not bring the steaks out." I take a breath and continue. "Bring her another drink." I turn around, Austin still resting against the wall. "Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind."

Austin bolts, not giving me a chance to say another word, and leaves the rest of us. He pushes past other people trying to get out and I grow a little disappointed in not ending him right here and now.

"Are you done yet, brother?" Leo says to me while leaning against the wall. "You sure do like making an entrance, don't you?"

"And you don't?" I take in Grace who's been seated at the table this entire time. "I'm sorry to ruin your evening, Grace. Let me make it up to you."

She nonchalantly shakes her head. "It's fine, honestly. It brought a bit of excitement."

Employees make quick work of clearing the table off, getting the last of the patrons outside, and closing the restaurant to just the four of us.

"Sir," the employee who greeted me a moment ago says. "In place of the steaks, what else would you like prepared? We have a lovely salmon and?—"

"Nothing with meat," I tell him. "I don't care what it is, only bring out vegetarian options."

"Any dietary restrictions?"

I glance at the rest of my party and tell him, "No."

"Very well, sir. And what can I offer you to drink?"

"I'll have whatever she's having." I point to the drink London had been gulping down, reminding me that she's already two drinks in. I'll have to keep a close eye on her so she doesn't get too intoxicated. I can't have her falling off the back of my bike on the way home.

"You didn't have to do this," London says as she approaches.

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