It sends me into a tailspin, and before I fully understand my actions, I’m on the other side of the room with the asshole shoved against the wall and my elbow on his throat. The piece of shit would be half my size on a good day, and the way he looks up at me with hatred in his stare tells me he’s well aware of it too. His skin flushes red as I cut off his oxygen, and bloodshot eyes move from me to the woman standing behind me. “Don’t look at her. Look at me.”
