The stranger’s hands traveled down the small of her back, over her hips, until they slipped lower, cupping her ass.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was across the floor, his arms on the stranger’s chest, pushing him against the wall. “Get your hands the fuck off of her!”

His whole body was shaking, his vision burry, and disoriented. The stranger righted himself and shoved Elliot backward. “I don’t see your name on her, asshole.”

The floor broke into total chaos. Fist went flying, people were screaming. He wasn’t even sure he felt his own body anymore, all he knew was that the man whose hands were all over Fe, now had blood dripping from his nose.

A strange woman wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, fell to her knees and pleaded to Elliot. “Stop, please. Please, don’t hurt him.”

The guy wiped the blood from his nose, smearing it over his cheek.

Out of Elliot’s peripheral vision, he could see Colton pull Fe to the side and force her behind his back, but she was struggling to get away from him. Struggling to get to him. In slow motion, he watched as the guy ripped the girl from his waist and charged forward, but Elliot couldn’t duck fast enough, and the force of the blow hit him directly in the mouth.

A loud ringing consumed his body, and his balance completely disappeared. He spun around, trying to gain his bearings, but he was hit again, this time in the stomach. He folded over instinctively, and yet another fist came flying for his jaw. He stumbled backward, barely able to keep himself up right.

“Stop!” he heard Fe scream. “Stop!”

She sounded close to tears, and then she was standing between them. Between him and the stranger. Her small frame shaking as she held up both hands. “That’s enough!”

Colton came out of the crowd then, waving his arms overhead. “There’s nothing to see here, nothing to see.”

Security started pushing toward them then, and Elliot glanced over at Fe. Her arms were tight around her middle, her face white, but she looked okay. She looked okay.